Page 121 of Three for a Girl

Carter lowered his phone. “You expect me to believe that?”

“It’s the truth. I just need you to admit it.”

“I’m not admitting to anything. I haven’t done anything.”

“Convince me you haven’t. Convince me I’m wrong.”

“That’s not how it works,” Carter said, marching back to the desk. He braced his hands on the top, and leaned over, invading Chad’s space. “Innocent until proven guilty.”

“And I think I’ve got proof—”

“Some tire marks on a road.”

Chad shook his head. “Not just that.”

Carter pushed off from the desk. He sneered before ducking down, checking under the desk.

“What are you doing?”

“If your sergeant and DI aren’t here, you must be recording this. They must be listening in. I’m goddamn innocent!”

He moved to the closest closet and flung it open before yanking the drawers out on the sideboard beside it. “What the hell is with the furniture?”

“We all have our secrets.”

“Not me.”

“I’m not recording you. No one knows you are here. No one suspects you of any wrongdoing.”

“Because I haven’t killed anyone. I’m not a murderer. I’m a doctor.”

“I never mentioned murder. All I mentioned were bodies in the woods.”

“You implied I have something to do with them.”

Chad gestured to the seat in front of the desk. “Please.”

“Give me my keys.”

“Not until we talk.”

Carter returned to the desk, dragged the chair out and sat down. He shook his head, not looking at Chad.

“How long have you known Kerion and Ellen?”

“I said I didn’t know them. They lived down the same street as me, but I didn’t know them.”

“Two car enthusiasts, and you never said more than a neighborly hello?”

“No. I was busy … being a doctor takes a lot of time. A lot of dedication.”

“Part time doctor.”

“Excuse me?”

“You work three days a week. I saw the schedule on the wall of the office—”

“So the hell what?”

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