La Vida Vampire by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

ELEVEN

How could I be innocent, but suddenly feel guilty?

No alibi, that’s how.

I was so stunned by the revelation that Stony had an ironclad one, I followed March into an interview room in a fog.

Until I saw the clear plastic cup of ice on the table, a good inch of water melted in the bottom. Then I got it. No wonder March asked me about having my attorney present. He’d known this was more than a trip to ID Stony. Saber had, too, the swine.

Was this another interview or an interrogation? I wasn’t sure of the difference, but strongly considered calling a halt right then and there and phoning the emergency number I’d scribbled on Sandy’s card. I decided to go with the flow unless things took a bad turn.

Dumb move, right? A too-stupid-to-live move that Maggie and Sandy would have my head for if they found out about it.

Thing is, I’d held my own so far, and I hated waiting until who knew when for a lawyer to show. Besides, I really wanted to get to my dance class at eight. That was my normal routine. That was control. The sooner we got down to business, the better.

We took the same seats we had last time I was here. Was that just yesterday? After the routine of recording the date, time, and names of three of us present in the room, March followed procedure to the letter and asked if I ’d still talk with them without my attorney present.

My bravado faded, and I tried not to audibly gulp as I answered, “For now.”

“Very well,” he said. “The man you identified as threatening you and Yolette Fournier is Victor Gorman. You recognize the name, Ms. Marinelli?”

“I don’t,” I said, but my voice sounded a touch shaky. Shakier than I wanted it to. “He really has an alibi?”

March didn’t answer me. Instead, he opened a file folder on the table. “For the record, tell me again about your run-ins with Mr. Gorman.”

Ire and self-preservation flared. “Detective, let’s be clear that he created the run-ins.”

March gave me a rather condescending nod, and I went through the events of Monday and Tuesday again, including the confrontation at Scarlett’s.

“Tell me what you did on Wednesday night,” he said next.

“Played bridge until nine and went home.”

“Where?” March pressed.

“Where was bridge club? At Shelly Jergason’s house in Crescent Beach.”

“Where were the Fourniers staying?” Saber asked, arms still crossed on his chest.

I angled my chair so I could more easily look at both March and Saber. “According to Gomer—I mean Holland Peters—

they were staying in some fancy neighborhood, but he didn’t say where.”

March leaned marginally closer. “When did you have that information?”

I tapped my chin, even though I wanted to squirm. Didn’t take psychic senses to feel where this was headed.

“Holland told me on Tuesday night. He said the Fourniers told him. He also said Stony followed the Fourniers to their car on Tuesday night after the tour, and that he, Holland that is, followed Stony.”

“Where were the Fourniers parked?” Saber shot.

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