Page 25 of Silent Ridge

“Tell me what you have. I heard you talking about it out there, but I need to know the rest. All of it.”

With those last words he raises an eyebrow. He knows I’m going to lie. So I don’t disappoint him.

“First of all, you already know that I knew Monique way back when. I knew her better than I told you, but not so well that I can’t keep my personal feelings out of the investigation.”

That’s the first lie, but I temper it with a small truth.

“You know we had Detective Osborne from Kitsap stay with her daughter until she got away to stay with her son in the Midwest. Indiana. She’ll be okay there and was planning to visit him anyway.”

That’s a lie. The son is in Maine.

I hate lying to Sheriff Gray, but it’s for his own good.

And mine.

“Monique left her car in Tacoma and drove a rental here. We have the car in the impound lot and Mindy’s going over it. Mindy found Monique’s phone under her mattress and she’s going through that for us, too.”

“Her burner phone,” Sheriff Gray says.

I nod. “That’s out of character but I can’t explain it yet.”

“And why would you have Detective Osborne stand by with her daughter? Did you think she was in danger from this lunatic?”

“Better safe than sorry.”

“And this has nothing to do with the, you know, that I gave you?”

“I don’t see how it could.”

My final lie.

Sheriff Gray looks at his watch. “Tell Ronnie to call it a night. You both go home and get some rest. You got Gabrielle safe, so this will keep until morning.”

“I’ll run her off, but I still have some work to do,” I say. I don’t know what I can do tonight. The autopsy is tomorrow and all I can do is sit and think.

“Go home,” he says.

Not a request.

Maybe he’s right. I can think at home with a drink.

Twenty-Three

I dial Dan’s number as I drive.

“Megan. I was just thinking about you. I must be psychic, huh?”

“Or a psycho. I mean, youaredating me.”

“We’re dating?”

“No. Yes. You know what I mean. We’re going out now and again and—”

“I’m just pulling your leg. Don’t sweat it.”

I can hear something in his voice. I’ve said something wrong and I don’t know what. I’m not good at this dating stuff. I called because I’m thinking about how close to home Monique’s murder is.

That and my stalker’s last email.

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