Grosse Pointe by Clara Grace Walker

Author:Clara Grace Walker [Walker, Clara Grace]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Author of Glamorous, Dangerous Romance
Published: 2019-09-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Carolyn Dodson Pringle had never stepped foot inside the Grosse Pointe Farms Police Department. And now that she had, she found it every bit as distasteful as she’d imagined. Drab furnishings, worn tile floor, chipped wooden table – cheap wood, too – pine or something – and the smell…like some vague mixture of sweat, tobacco, and Pine Sol. Full of jarring noises. Ringing phones. Office machines beeping and humming. And people talking – really much too loudly. It was as if no one had any sense of decorum.

Detective LeBec sat across the table from her in a leather chair that looked a lot more comfortable than the hard piece of plastic she’d been escorted to.

“Tell me about the night your sister died,” he said. Staring at her now like he couldn’t wait to hear every word she said…as if she might actually tell him something useful.

“I told you all about it that day you came to see me at my house, right after they found her body. I was at a party.” She thought now she should have brought her attorney, wondering what exactly Cameron had told him when he’d come here two weeks ago. But there hadn’t been any follow-up since then, and they’d both gotten on with their lives, putting unpleasant memories like murders and police interrogations behind them. It had been stupid not to get their stories straight before she came here though. She’d just assumed the police had all the information they needed from her and Cam, and no one was seriously looking at them as suspects.

“I’m aware of the party at the country club.” Detective LeBec picked up a pen from the top of the file in front of him, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. He stared at her with curious eyes. “You know, of course, that Annie was killed before the party started. According to the autopsy, she died between three and five o’clock that day. You and your husband didn’t arrive at the country club until seven.”

“That’s right.” Carolyn hated the way he made her feel…the pit he had sitting in her stomach, like she was some sort of criminal. “But we were both at the party when Annie’s body was dumped on the polo field.”

Max nodded, smiling. “I’m also aware that Cameron’s whereabouts during the party were unaccounted for between nine and nine-forty-five.”

“I told you, he was taking a business call.”

“No one from the school called.”

Letting out a long sigh, Carolyn said, “It was about a fundraiser for the art museum.”

“I’ve checked his cell phone records during the time in question that night.”

Carolyn felt it now – that little sense of panic – and she wished Cameron had thought of a better excuse. But damn it, she was trapped in the lie now, and all because her husband was such an idiot. “I don’t know why you keep harping on about that night anyway,” she said. “He was home preparing course work for the coming school year the night Hannah died.

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