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“The address is… 23 Sequoia Avenue?” Noah asked, reading it off the papers in front of him like he didn’t already know.
Like he hadn’t helped me climb out of windows onto the garage roof there once upon a time.
“That’s correct.”
“And the afternoon?”
“I wanted to see the bed and breakfast, so I drove over to The Ivy at some point in the afternoon, but I’m not sure what time. It was a bit of a blur,” I said honestly. “When I got there, I realised I’d left the keys behind, so my dad brought them to me.”
“Were you there long?”
“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “Maybe an hour or so. It was a while, but I wasn’t watching the clock. It was a long day.”
“Understandable.” Noah nodded, leaning back in his chair. “And after that?”
“The wake was held at The King’s Head at about five, and I was there.”
“Is that where you met Declan Tierney?”
I pursed my lips, pausing when I caught Jamie’s gentle look my way. “Yes,” I answered. “He approached me when I was alone and propositioned me. He wanted to purchase the bed and breakfast from me.”
“How would you describe the interaction between the two of you?”
“I’ve had men approach me in a better manner at a bar, but also in much worse ways, so that’s not saying a lot.”
Noah looked like he wanted to throw his pen at me.
At least it was mutual.
He took a moment before he asked, “Was he persistent? He was known to be a hard businessman. Would you say you saw that side of him?”
Shit. “Very much so. He gave me an envelope with an offer that I rejected, then tried again, and I dumped the new one in an abandoned drink because he wouldn’t get the message. He insisted that I sell it to him and was quite threatening.”
“Did anyone else witness this?”
“Yes. Brandon Burton told him to leave.”
Noah’s lips thinned. “Anyone else?”
“Um, yes.” I cleared my throat. “Actually, your sister.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Ashley George, for the record. Did she intervene?”
“Mildly. She was at the bar getting us a drink when he approached me.”
“Did you drink alcohol?” Jamie asked, leaning forwards.
I shook my head.
“We need a verbal answer.”
“No,” I replied. “I told my parents I was happy to be the designated driver for them, so I drank lemonade all night.”
Jamie scribbled that down, presumably to verify with anyone there.
“Did Declan Tierney leave?” Noah asked.
“He did after Brandon intervened, yes.”
