Page 61 of Seductive Nights

Then she would need time to go home, shower, change, and get ready to come back in time for the ceremony.

Hanna's best friend, Jalyn, was her maid of honor. Her parents, of course, would be there, and their friends from town.

Quinn's kids would be there. Margo hadn't met them yet. And there was a smattering of other friends here and there. Quinn had been in business for long enough that there would be plenty of business contacts and people that he associated with over time. It wasn't going to be huge, but it was going to be nice. And she was really looking forward to having a nice wedding celebration.

She started to pack up the decorations into the totes that she would transport them in, checking them off as she packed them.

The doorbell at the front door rang.

She heard Addison's voice. "Hi, how may I help you?"

"My name is Sheriff Elliott Ortiz. This is Officer Gilbert Reece. We're up here from Miami. I'd like to speak with Mrs. Margo Price, please."

Margo swallowed. She stepped out of the conference room and down the hall. As soon as she entered the entryway area, the sheriff turned.

She held out her hand. "I'm Margo Price."

He introduced himself again as he shook her hand.

She reached over and shook the hand of the deputy with him. "Would you like to come into the conference room?"

"Of course, yes."

She led them down the hall. As they entered, she said, "I have wedding supplies out here. I was just beginning to pack them up. So just give me a moment here. I'll clear some space away."

She cleaned off the decorations in front of three of the chairs so they could sit at the end.

The sheriff sat. "Are you getting married?"

She chuckled. "No, no. A friend. I'm the decorations person. So I am storing them, organizing them, and I'm responsible for getting them up tomorrow."

"Sounds fun."

"Actually, I'm really looking forward to it. How can I help you?"

The sheriff leaned forward. "I have spoken to your attorney, Grant Park, and he tells me that he has spoken to you about this. We would like to have access to your husband's medical records and his ashes. I understand he'd been cremated."

"Yes, yes. Actually, the funeral home called me a day or two ago to tell me that his ashes were available. I have not picked them up."

The sheriff nodded. "I see. Do you have a problem if we pick them up and take them to the lab for analysis?"

"No. I don't have a problem at all with that."

"Sounds good. We'll do that."

The deputy pulled a document from a little case that he carried. "We have a document here for you to sign that will show the funeral home that we have your permission to pick up the ashes."

She quickly signed her name, slid the document back over to the deputy, and the sheriff said, "We'll get them back to you as soon as we can."

Margo shook her head and took a deep breath. "No need. Do what you want with them after you're done."

The sheriff blinked. "Look, if you're investigating Sierra Stigler then you know full well that my husband had an affair with her. Not just an affair, but they've been together for seven years."

She proceeded to tell him all the things that Logan had done afterward and then she told him about the stolen necklace she saw Sierra wearing.

"So, as you can imagine, I don't want to have anything to do with my husband's ashes. Maybe Sierra would like to take them to jail with her when she goes for murder if that's indeed what happens to her."

The sheriff stared at her for a few moments. Not long. She assumed he was probably exceptional at assessing people.

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