Page 54 of Diem

“Hm, did you ever see or know of anyone that made Dixie uneasy?”

“No, we always hung out alone. You know girl time.”

“Did she mention a boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Where did you hang out?”

“A few times, at the old, abandoned house we like to party at. Her house. The park.”

“Did Dixie ever mention being scared of someone or something?”

“No.”

“Can you think of someone who might have been angry with her?”

“No, Dixie didn’t have enemies,” I mutter.

“Okay, Ms. Goodlow, you can go but we may have more questions for you,” the detective says, staring at me through his beady eyes.

“Okay.”

I stand to leave, pausing when the detective says, “Oh and one more question for you, Ms. Goodlow.”

“Yes?” I turn back, my spine stiff.

“What is the nature of your relationship with Diem McCafferty?”

The floor drops out from under me, but I screw my expression into one of nonchalance. What the actual fuck? Diem?

With weak knees, I muster a smile and say, “Um, he’s my brother’s best friend. Why do you think he had something to do with this?”

As soon as I mention the connection to my brother, I mentally wince. That was fucking stupid.

He eyes me up and down with a cool gaze before shaking his head. With sweat pooling at my waist band, I make my way numbly back to class and slide into my seat, staring at the board blankly.

I note Diem isn’t in his seat as I consider the detective’s line of questioning.

Hell, I should ignore the whole damn thing, but I know I can’t. He’s my brother’s best friend. What if Ollie is involved?

With a sigh, I head to lunch glumly. I don't want to open the door with him, but I also don't want him to go to jail. I’ve got few options.

With heavy feet, I approach Diem’s table where some chick is having a heated conversation with him.

At my approach, Diem glances up and narrows his eyes. The blonde with big boobs beside him follows with a yawn.

Ignoring her, I say to Diem, “I have information.”

“Oh?” Diem asks, smiling lazily, although I see the glitter in his eyes.

“Yes,” I say through clenched teeth. “Do you want me to say it in front of her?”

She gasps, but Diem gives me a thorough look before saying, “Go.”

At first, I think she thinks he’s talking to me, but when he turns to her with a glacial stare, she says with a whine, “Diem baby—“

His sigh is long, and he rolls his eyes heavenward. “Just go.”

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