Page 65 of Swan Song

“Yes,” Kacy says.

“And was everything okay between them at the time of the sail as far as you know?”

“As far as I know?” Kacy says. “Coco and I haven’t talked much the past couple weeks. We kind of had a falling-out.”

“Did the falling-out have anything to do with Lamont?” Zara asks.

“No, no, it was over something completely unrelated. But we were still texting.” Kacy pulls out her phone. “So you should probably know… I have a text Coco sent a few days ago that says Leslee was trying to kill her.”

“What?” Ed says. “May I see that, please?” He pulls his reading glasses from his shirt pocket and enlarges Kacy’s text messages. There it is, from Coco: I can’t make the dinner. When I asked, Leslee tried to kill me. Literally nearly crashed us both in the car.

“What does this mean?” Ed asks. “What dinner?”

“Your retirement dinner,” Kacy says. “Tonight. I invited Coco, and when she asked Leslee if she could go, they were in the car together. Leslee hit the gas until she was going eighty-five miles an hour. On the Polpis Road.”

Even the Chief, who has seen his fair share of egregious speeding on this island, whistles. “It’s a miracle they didn’t crash.”

“Did Coco ever share how she felt about the Richardsons?” Zara says. “How she felt about her job?”

“You’re asking if I think Coco set the Richardsons’ house on fire,” Kacy says. “The answer is absolutely not. Coco wouldn’t do that.”

“You feel this because…”

“Because she’s a normal person, not an arsonist. Did she like the Richardsons? No, but she accepted them for the screwed-up people they are.”

“From what I saw firsthand,” Ed says, “I agree with this assessment.”

“Thank you,” Zara says. “This is helpful.”

“I’m not leaving,” Kacy says. She looks at Ed. “I’m not going anywhere until they find her.”

“Of course not,” Ed says. He and Zara step away. “Talk to Lamont again, then Leslee?”

“Read my mind,” Zara says.

They find Lamont pacing in front of the garage. When he sees the Chief and Zara, he says, “Any news?”

“You and Coco are seeing each other?” the Chief says. He can tell Lamont is deciding whether to deny it. “Let me save you the trouble. We know you and Coco are—or were at some point—involved.”

Lamont nods. “Yes. It doesn’t matter now anyway.”

“What doesn’t matter now?” Zara asks.

“If the Richardsons know. They had a rule… we didn’t want to lose our jobs…”

“Understood,” Ed says. “When did this relationship begin?”

“Fourth of July.”

That long ago? Ed thinks. And they managed to keep it secret? “Leslee never found out? Never suspected?”

Lamont sighs. “I think she figured it out yesterday, actually. She came upstairs to Coco’s apartment unannounced, which she’d never done before. She didn’t see me, but I’m pretty sure she knew I was there.”

“Did she say anything later?” Zara asks. “Did she act any differently?”

“No,” Lamont says. “We thought maybe she was okay with it. That’s why I did what I did on the boat.”

“Meaning?”

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