Page 34 of Wild Wolf
I nodded.
“What about Elise?”
"She's on our list.”
"I don't see how anyone could stand Hannah. She was just a miserable person. Always trying to get some dirt on somebody. Always trying to get them to do what she wanted. Tell you the truth, I'm glad she's gone. There, I said it. Now I can vote my conscience in that stupid competition. And my conscience tells me to vote for Sutton just because I know it will piss Hannah off. She will roll over in her grave.”
"You mind if we take a look around your apartment?" I asked.
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“Go ahead,” Blair replied. “I don’t have anything to hide.”
The bikini didn’t hide much, so I knew she wasn’t concealing the murder weapon on her person.
Blair stepped aside, and we entered the unit. Like a lot of units in the building, it had a central living room, an open-concept kitchen, and two bedrooms—one on either side.
“Nice place,” I said, taking in the sleek leather furniture, the abstract art, and the spacious terrace with lounge chairs where she’d been baking in the sun.
“It will do, for now.” She definitely had her sights set on something bigger.
JD and I began to search the place.
“What exactly are you looking for?”
“The murder weapon.”
Blair shot me an incredulous look. “Really? You seriously think I killed her?”
I shrugged. “Somebody did.”
“If Ididkill her, I wouldn’t keep the murder weapon around. That’s for sure. Do I look stupid?”
I didn’t answer.
JD and I rummaged through the kitchen and found several knives that fit the bill, but none had any visual traces of blood.
Blair returned to the terrace and continued to sun herself and sip on a margarita while we searched the unit.
We checked her bedroom and her closet, looking for clothes with blood stains, shoes with speckles of crimson, or tread patterns that matched the partial prints we’d gotten from the kitchen tile. The lab was still trying to narrow down the make and model of the shoes. There were two distinct sets of prints, apart from the kid’s shoes. The forensic team estimated the adult shoes as a man’s 10 or 11 and a woman’s 7 or 8.
The majority of shoes in Blair’s closet were size 7.5.
We found nothing incriminating in Blair’s apartment, but I couldn’t rule her out based on shoe size.
Before we left, I gave Blair a card on the terrace and told her to get in touch if she thought of anything that might be helpful.
"You come here, search my house, accuse me of murder, and you think I'm going to help you? If you find out who killedher, let me know. I'll buy them a drink. They did the world a favor.”
There was no question where Blair stood on the matter.
JD and I left and strolled the hallway back toward the elevator. Blair wasn’t my prime suspect, but if she did kill Hannah, I don't think she would have been so brazen about her disdain.
"She's out of her mind if she thinks her fiancé isn’t going to find out," Jack said.
"Trust me, he already knows. He either doesn't mind, or he's in denial.”
We took the elevator down to the main lobby, and the valet pulled the car around. We hopped in and headed across the island to catch up with Loretta Montgomery. She worked as a receptionist at a construction company.
