Page 24 of Montana Manhunt

Ellis’ eyebrows shot up. “You think I’d drug you?”

“We don’t know who is involved in Camilla’s death. We’d rather not risk becoming victims ourselves.”

“This is a police station. We’re not the bad guys here.”

“Ellis,” Noah said. “Grant, Rayne, and I used to be on the job. We all left those jobs because of dirty cops. Although Violet grew up here, the rest of us are strangers in town and we don’t trust easily.”

The cop gave a curt nod. “Four bottles of water with the seals intact.” He left the interrogation room, returning with the waterand his partner. “This is Caleb Freeman, my partner. Caleb, Noah Mann, Grant, and Rayne. And this is Violet Trevelyan.”

Freeman ignored all of them except Violet. He stared long and hard. “Holy cow,” he murmured. “It’s like looking into Camilla’s face.”

“You knew my sister?” Violet asked.

“Morrison isn’t that large. We all know one another.”

“And get into each other’s business.” She grimaced. “Believe me, I know. I couldn’t do anything in this town without someone burning up the phone wires to call Aunt Rosalie and tattle on me if it was something stupid or wrong. The funny thing is no one ever called to tell Aunt Rosalie about the smart decisions I made or the kind things I did to help someone out.”

“Take a seat,” Freeman said. “We have some questions for you.”

Noah seated Violet and sat beside her. Rayne sat on her other side with Grant flanking her. He glanced around the interrogation room and noted the red light glowing on the camera.

“When was the last time you talked to your sister, Ms. Trevelyan?” Freeman pulled a notebook from his pocket along with a pen.”

Noah covered her hand with his and squeezed. “None of us will answer questions until the camera is off.”

Ellis watched him for a moment. “Recording interviews is a standard operating procedure.”

“Turn it off or we walk.”

“Have something to hide?” Freeman snapped.

Noah said nothing.

The silence lengthened until the detective shifted position, then looked at his partner.

Ellis gave a slight chin lift.

After a hard glare at Noah, Freeman shoved back from the table and left the room. Less than a minute later, the red light was off. The detective stalked back into the interrogation room and dropped into this chair. “Satisfied, Mann?”

Ignoring Freeman’s surly attitude, Noah turned his attention to Ellis. “Ask your questions.”

“Ms. Trevelyan, when was the last time you talked to your sister?”

She hesitated a beat, then said, “Two weeks ago.”

“Did she seem upset about anything?”

Violet shook her head.

Freeman sighed and tossed his pen down on his notepad. “Look, we’re trying to find your sister’s killer. You holding back isn’t helping us find this guy. Don’t you want to know who took your twin sister from you?”

“Of course I do.” She glared at the detective.

“Then give us more to work with.”

“Detective Freeman, I can’t give you information I don’t have. I haven’t stepped foot in Morrison since I was eighteen years old.”

He frowned. “When did you last see your sister?”

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