Page 48 of Little Buried Secrets

The time had come for me to spill the tea about my short list of suspects.

I decided to start out easy.

“Do you remember the party Sebastian had at his house when his parents were away for the weekend?” I asked.

“Of course. That party was the reason Margot and Sebastian broke up.”

“Earlier today, I learned a few more details about that night.”

“What kind of details?”

“Margot believed Sebastian had fooled around with the new girl, Kaia Benson. I’m not so sure he did.”

“What makes you think otherwise?”

“There’s speculation Sebastian was set up to make it look like something happened between him and Kaia. Maybe it did. Maybe it didn’t. I have more digging around to do before I know for sure.”

“I don’t understand. Why would anyone go to the trouble?”

“Do you know a young man named Isaac Turner?” I asked. “He graduated last year.”

“I can’t say I know him well. His mother is a patient of mine. Why?”

“He attended Sebastian’s party, and he may be the reason Margot caught Sebastian in his room with Kaia. Isaac may have orchestrated the whole thing.”

“What motive would Isaac have to pull such a ridiculous prank?”

“I hear he liked Margot. During the party, he was following her around the house, flirting with her. She showed no interest, but he was seen pursuing her all night. If what I’ve been told is accurate, Isaac got shot down and decided to play dirty by finding a different way to get her attention. If Isaac could break Margot and Sebastian up, he could swoop in, be a shoulder for her to lean on—a shoulder with specific intentions.”

“Even if what you say is true, it happened a while ago, and Margot has never mentioned anything about Isaac to me.”

Not to Rae.

But could she have mentioned Isaac to Bronte?

“I’m guessing here … but if Isaac pulled that stunt to have Margot all to himself and it didn’t work, he may have been sitting on a bruised ego since then,” I said. “I won’t know more until I talk to him and get a feel for what he’s like.”

“Who else do you suspect?”

“The next two I need to talk to you about will hit a lot closer to home,” I said.

Rae stood.

She reached for her glass and held her hand out for mine.

I gave it to her.

“Will I need a cocktail to get through it?” she asked.

“Couldn’t hurt.”

“Care for one?”

“I’d appreciate another glass of water.”

Rae went to the kitchen. A few minutes later, she returned with two more glasses of water.

“What can you tell me about Coach Warren?” I asked.

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