Page 80 of Holy Sinner

The detective lifts a shoulder. “People do all kinds of things that make no sense. She could have gotten jealous about what you have going on here with-” she stops and clears her throat before continuing, “with your relationship. Sometimes, jealousy can create fixation. Jane having a hand in this isn’t out of the realm of possibility.”

“I don’t think that’s true. She wouldn’t do that,” Kit says. “I didn’t know her well but she was always so kind and respectful. She wouldn't do this.”

“That remains to be seen. Until then, we’ll keep looking.”

“And what, exactly, are you doing here then? This isn’t a questioning, right? You’re just here to spend the morning with us when you should be doing some of that looking. Why is that?” Rafe snaps. He’s being an asshole. I’m glad.

“It’s on our agenda to speak with any and all witnesses from that night. Given Kit’s delicate situation, this is part of doing that work, Mr. Burdock.”

Rafe scoffs and takes a sip of his coffee. He doesn’t say anything else but I can tell he wants to, so I speak.

“You’ve spoken to us. Seeing as we’re about to leave for our new accommodations, is there anything else we can answer for you?” I ask.

“Your relationship with each other…” Detective Torrence begins.

I sigh. “Is entirely private. Any other questions?”

“No, that’s all. Thank you for your time this morning. We will need to know your new address in case there’s any developments.”

“We’ll have our people in touch with the details.” Rafe nods and raises his coffee cup in a salute.

“If you think of anything else, anything at all, please don’t hesitate to let us know. You can reach us here,” Detective Lawrence says and hands Kit a card. She takes it but I notice how her hand shakes as she does.

“Thank you. I-well, you’ll be the first to know if anything happens,” she tells them. When the detectives leave, I lock the door behind them and we’re all silent for thirty seconds. I hear Detective Lawrence and Detective Torrence’s feet on the porch steps before they’re gone. It’s only when I’m sure they’ve moved along the trail that I turn to face Kit and Rafe

“That was a lot,” Kit says.

“It was bullshit,” Rafe mutters.

“What was that shit about our relationship?” I ask.

“Dunno. You’ll have to ask them. That Torrence was really focused on it. She said some shit while you were in the kitchen,” Rafe tells us. “Asked how we came to be in our arrangement. She kept calling it that.”

Kit touches his knee. “Some people just don’t get it.”

“She asked if we took turns sleeping in the bed together. Like it was some sex cult shit. I told her no, obviously not, considering the photos had all three of us in it. She shut the fuck up then.”

“I’d join your sex cult any day,” Kit tells him and kisses his cheek.

“You already have, haven’t you?” I ask, joining them on the couch.

Kit laughs and nods. “I guess I have. Then that makes this all Rafe’s evil plan? He lured us into membership.”

“Of course I would lure you both into the sex cult life. I’m not a follower.”

“No one likes a bragger,” I inform him.

Rafe looks me up and down. “Not bragging if it’s facts. You think you have the appeal to pull us on your own?”

“Puh-lease, we all know you both lured me. I’m the innocent victim here. That’s what I should have told the detectives,” Kit teases and it’s nice. She smiles at us and it’s not scared or nervous. It’s just her.

“But if I’m in a sex cult, what does my membership get me?” Kit asks. “There has to be some benefits, right?”

“Absolutely,” Rafe and I tell her. We spend the next hour showing her exactly how her sex cult membership benefits her.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

RAFE

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