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“Isn’t it? Didn’t you just say she didn’t have the right to win because she’d only been competing for two years rather than ten?”
“I didn’t say she didn’t have the right. I said it wasn’t fair.”
“Who decides what’s fair?” Freddie asked.
Gia gave him an incredulous look. “How is that even a question? Someone who’s put in ten years of hard work versus someone who hasn’t?”
“But was it Eloise’s fault that she was more talented?”
Gia’s expression hardened. “She wasn’t more talented. That’s not true. Lacey was the most talented girl on their team. Everyone said so.”
“Until Eloise showed up and ruined everything?” Freddie asked.
“What are you accusing us of?” Gia asked, giving her husband a nervous look.
“Did you kill Eloise and her family to get them out of your daughter’s way?”
“What?” Gia said on a shriek. “Did wekillthem? No, we didn’t kill them!”
“When we get the security footage from the Blanchet’s home, will we see you on it?” Gonzo asked. It was a good bluff since there was no security footage from the home.
“No!” Pascal said. “We’ve never been anywhere near there.”
“Uh,” Gia said on a stammer, “I have. I was there. Once. Two weeks ago.”
Pascal spun around in his seat to look at his wife. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“I wanted to talk to Mrs. Blanchet, mother to mother,” Gia said, seeming embarrassed.
“About what?” Pascal asked.
Freddie appreciated him asking the questions for them.
“Just about how things work in our club,” Gia said.
“And how did that go over with Mrs. Blanchet?” Gonzo asked.
“She asked me to leave and to quit being a racist asshole,” Gia said.
Freddie wished he could give Mrs. Blanchet a high five for the spot-on comment.
“It wasn’t a racist thing,” Gia said. “It’s not about that.”
“You’re sure about that?” Gonzo asked. “Because it kind of feels racist to us.”
“It’s not! We aren’t like that! We love everyone.”
“Except Black girls who humiliate your daughter in competitions she was supposed to win?” Freddie asked.
“That’s a vile thing to say,” Gia said, her eyes shooting flames at Freddie.
“The truth hurts, huh?” Gonzo asked.
“Is that all you dragged us here for?” Pascal asked. “To ask if we’re racists who killed an entire family because their daughter beat ours at gymnastics?”
“Pretty much,” Gonzo said. “We’ve seen flimsier motives for murder than this one.”
“We didn’t kill them,” he said. “And unless you have proof that we did, we’d like to leave now.”
