Page 36 of Over the Edge

Lindsey stared at him. “The detective who called me never mentioned any of that.”

“Probably because your situation had all the earmarks of a misplaced car. That happens a fair amount. People think their vehicle has been stolen at a mall, call the police, and realize they forgot where they parked after their car is found in a different part of the lot.”

“I didn’t forget where I parked.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes.”

He gave her a sidelong glance ... then changed the subject as he shifted his attention back to the road. “Let’s talk about the Robertson case.”

Lindsey considered him.

Should she continue trying to press her case that she hadn’t been mistaken about her car?

No. Why bother? Let him believe whatever he wanted—evenif his doubts about her story bothered her for reasons she couldn’t fathom.

“Fine.” Now was the time to bring up the one new piece of information she could add to the case. “I did remember a minor fact. I doubt it’s important.”

“Like I said on the phone, what’s trivial to you could matter to us. What is it?”

“A few days ago, a fuzzy detail about the overshoes drifted through my mind. It was gone before I could bring it into focus, but I saw it again last night, much sharper, in a dream.” During a replay of the nightmare she’d told Dr. Oliver about, actually, which featured the scarred hand. “It was the brand name on the overshoes. Dunlop.” When her chauffeur didn’t react, she shrugged. “I told you it was trivial.”

“You never know how a piece of information will fit into the puzzle. I’ll add that to my case notes.”

“Do you have any suspects?”

“We’re still in investigation mode.”

Not an answer. But it might be all he could officially offer.

“I hope you’re not bothering Chad.”

That earned her another look. “Why didn’t you tell me last Friday that you knew him? I found out you were acquainted from the victim’s wife.”

“It wasn’t relevant. I didn’t see him that day. And it’s not like we’re close friends. We met through church, and his wife is taking my cooking class. They’ve only been married a few months. I know a bit of his history before that, but he’s turned his life around. You can’t have any grounds to suspect him.”

“Everyone involved is a person of interest while the case is active.”

Did that mean theydidhave grounds to doubt Chad’s innocence, or was Tucker giving her a standard line?

His guarded expression suggested she wasn’t going to get an answer to that question, either.

She exhaled, reining in her annoyance. “You’re as close-mouthed as the detective who handled the case I was involved in back in South Carolina.”

His head spun her direction. “What kind of case?”

Whoops.

Major slip.

Not that the South Carolina incident was a state secret, with all the media coverage it had gotten, but rehashing it held zero appeal.

“I got caught up in a grocery store shooting there twenty-one months ago.”

“How were you involved?”

She shifted in her seat, fighting back a wave of the same clawing panic that had constricted her windpipe in the grocery store and again last Friday in the Robertson kitchen.

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