Page 30 of Wild Wolf
"Did you vote for Hannah's pumpkin in last year's competition?”
He squirmed. "Yes, but it was objectively the best pumpkin."
"Are you sure your judgment wasn't colored?”
"I am fair and impartial.”
I didn’t buy it for an instant.
Something flashed behind his eyes, and Dalton’s brow knitted as he thought. "You don't think she started sleeping with me just for the pumpkin contest, do you?”
I gave a halfhearted shrug to say,yeah, I think it's exactly why she started sleeping with you.
The thought bothered him. His ego was crushed.
"You know she was blackmailing the other judges, don't you?”
Lost in thought for a moment, his eyes snapped back to me. "I know she was… Well, there's this thing with Blair."
"We know.”
He looked surprised. "Word travels fast.”
“We’re good at what we do," Jack said.
“I don't think her fiancé would be too thrilled if he found out about Lexi Luscious,” Dalton said.
"Just might be a motive for murder," I said.
Dalton paused for a second. "When you talk to my wife, you aren’t bringing this up, are you?”
“I just need to confirm your alibi.”
"You gotta understand, I love my wife. Hannah and I just had this thing.” His eyes pleaded for sympathy. "I swear, I didn't kill her. I would never do that.”
It was about that time when his wife came to the door. She poked her head out and looked on with curiosity. "Is everything okay?”
Dalton put on a smile. "Everything's fine. These gentlemen are here investigating the death of Hannah Quinn.”
Dalton kept smiling, but his wife didn't.
Her face tightened, and she glared at him. "Why are they interviewing you?”
"They're not interviewing me. They're interviewing you now. They just want to ask you a few questions.”
She didn't buy into his BS. "Why would they want to ask me questions?”
"Can you tell me where you were between 9 and 11:00 PM last night?" I asked.
"I was here, at home," she snapped.
"Alone?"
"No. I was with my husband. You can't possibly think I'm a suspect?”
"It's just a matter of procedure, ma'am.”
A wave of recognition flashed on her face. "Oh, I get it. Because he can't keep his dick in his pants, I'm a suspect, right?”
