Truly, Madly by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780312946135
Publisher: St. Martin’s Press

I glanced at Sean.

“Honey, I know you wanted to stay out of it, but a witness had my license plate number.”

Again with the “honey.” I took if for what it was meant—a hint that he had told the detectives we were a couple. Still, it twisted my heart into a confused knot.

“Why did you want to stay out of it, exactly, Ms. Valentine?” the bigger of the two detectives asked. He was thick—not fat—with keen eyes, thinning hair, and a chipped tooth on otherwise really nice teeth.

I stepped into the office. The chairs were all taken, and Sean offered me his. The seat was still warm. He sat on the edge of his desk.

“You may have heard of my father, Oscar Valentine,” I said, making up an excuse on the spot.

“The matchmaker?” the other detective asked. This one was big, too, but his bulk tended toward fat. He wore rimless glasses, a long mustache, and a suit that had seen better days.

“Yes. He’s had a bit of bad press lately. I didn’t want to add any more stress to his weak heart. The gossip columnists would have a field day if they knew. So I wanted to keep it quiet. What did it matter who found the body?”

“Nothing,” the one with glasses said, “if you had nothing to do with putting it there.”

I opened my mouth, snapped it closed. It was probably best to say nothing at all, rather than be goaded into making rash comments.

The other detective tapped his notepad. “What breed of dog do you have?”

“A Yorkshire,” Sean answered.

The mustachioed detective scribbled. “May I speak to you in the other room, Ms. Valentine?” he asked.

Rising, I said, “Sure.”

They probably wanted to make sure Sean and I had the same story. I hoped he had stuck to the truth as much as possible.

“Could you run through the events of last night?” the detective asked, once we were settled in a conference room. He stood. I sat.

“Sure. Sean picked me up at the dock. We decided to go for a walk with Thoreau, the dog. Not long after we started walking, Thoreau broke free, dashed into the woods, and started barking. We tried to get him to come, but he wouldn’t budge. Curious, Sean went and got a shovel from the car and started digging. When he hit a bone, we left and called the police.”

“Does Mr. Donahue often keep a shovel in his trunk?”

I shrugged. “I don’t often go looking in his trunk. We’ve only been dating a little while.”

“Have you walked the dog at this park before?”

“No,” I said. “Why choose it?”

“A friend recommended it to me.”

“Who?”

Shit! “Marisol Valerius.” I’d have to call her ASAP.

“Do you find it odd that a dog would find a body buried so long?”

“How long has it been there?”

He hesitated, then didn’t answer.

“Do you know a woman named Rachel Yurio?”

Rachel Yurio? A spark of memory lit a corner of my brain. Michael had mentioned her name to me the day we met. She’d been the sidekick of bad-girl Elena.

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