“Okay,” he said reluctantly.
“Where are you going to hide the . . . ?” I knew he’d understand my unfinished sentence. We’d left the gold hidden in my car.
He turned serious. “I’m not sure. But I swear I’ll keep it safe.”
I grinned. “I know. You’ve got big plans for it.”
He stopped and looked uncertain before he said, “Tomorrow we’ll talk more about . . . everything.”
Everythingfelt like a heavy topic I wasn’t sure I was ready for.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, signaling an incoming text from Brady.
Sorry I couldn’t get away for our trip in the woods, but I wanted to fill you in on Bill James.
While I wasn’t disappointed about the field trip—I hadn’t exactly been in a position to go either—I was eager for what he had on Bill. Had my brother’s boss been arrested?
Colt stopped walking. “Is everything okay?”
I came to a halt beside him. “I’m not sure.”
He glanced down at my phone, his back stiffening slightly. “What were you and Bennett going to do in the woods?”
How was I supposed to answer that? I opted for my go-to reaction when backed into a corner. “Wow. A few kisses and you think eavesdropping on my conversations is acceptable now?” I asked in a snotty tone.
My phone vibrated again.
Bill James has a solid alibi for the night of Emily’s murder.
“Shit,” Colt said, rubbing the back of his neck. “So James isn’t the serial killer?”
“You’re eavesdropping again.” I tried to muster a sharp tone, but I was too nervous to pull it off. I tapped out a response.
Did you talk to Bill? What about the files?
He responded within seconds.
Bill James left town yesterday afternoon. He won’t be back until tomorrow.
Then who had been in Bill James’s office? And more importantly, who was the killer?