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He swore he caught a flicker of surprise in the detective’s eyes. Did he really not know all this? He wasn’t very damn good at his job.
“I shouldn’t be a suspect because I wasn’t even in the US when Kelsey was murdered. You can check. The military keeps a tight rein on people. They know where I was.”
The man fell silent and shuffled more papers around. When he gathered them into a neat stack and pushed away from the table, Tripp felt a victory lap coming on. Only when he ran past the finish, he would be flipping the bird at everybody who decided it was a good idea to drag him and Alexia in here.
“I’ll be checking on your claims.”
“You do that.”
“You’re free to leave.”
Tripp scraped his chair back and stood to his full height so he towered over the detective. “Where do I find Miss Oaks?”
“She’ll meet you outside when she’s finished.”
Tripp held his stare until the guy shifted his aside. Then he waved a hand for the detective to precede him out of the room.
He walked out in a fast clip, like he didn’t trust Tripp not to sneak up behind him. And Tripp was definitely angry enough to give it some consideration.
With a shake of his head, he walked out the front doors. “Dickhead.”
He grabbed his phone and pulled up Alexia’s contact to shoot her a text.I hope it’s going better for you than it did for me.
Several seconds ticked by while he waited for a reply. Just when he was preparing to call Rafe or hell, even Alexia’s boss, she responded.
This is a mess. They don’t know what they’re doing.
You figured that out too?he responded.
I gave my statement about finding that body. Did they ask the same from you?
Something like that.
I don’t like the sound of that, Bryson.
He couldn’t help but smirk at her using his name. It wasn’t lost on him how she’d switched from calling him by his last name to his given name. Around the time he laid claim to her lips, then her body, she must have decided it was a good idea to drop the formalities.
I can’t text more. We’ll compare notes when I’m done.
His stomach clenched as he realized that this could turn south as quick as a storm blew in from the mountain range.
Alexia had suspected him of being involved. And she was inside speaking to the cops…who believed the exact same thing.
Alexia stashed her phone in her coat pocket, making sure she kept her emotions off her face. Early on in her career, she’d learned the trick to blanking her mind, and her expression would follow.
A lot of people in her field did the same thing. Even doctors and lawyers used a similar technique because letting people read them was typically a bad idea.
Right now, she needed to keep any feelings she had growing for Bryson out of this investigation. If she started defending him now, she would be put under a magnifying glass as to why.
The answer was simple—wasn’t it?
Yes, it was. She believed his story, especially after they walked through that house.
“You found a knife when you were inside the house. Isn’t that right?” Detective Heifner was an everyday ordinary guy with no distinguishing features except his very thick hair, which he kept combed back in a swoop off his forehead.
Now that she looked closer, she questioned just how real it was. Was that a smear of hairpiece glue she saw on his forehead?
She snapped back to attention. “That’s correct.”
