Page 96 of The Life She Had

I widen my eyes and say, “What? No. It was in the shed.”

“It was in your room. Hidden.”

“Daisy,” Celeste says, her first words since Mazur came in. “You don’t need to answer any of this. In fact, I’d suggest you don’t speak to them further without legal representation. Deputy? We’re done here.”

I know she’s trying to help, but I shake my head. “I’m fine, Celeste. Thank you. If I need a lawyer, I’ll get one. For now, the last time I saw that gun, it was in the shed. I left it hidden under the floorboards. You’d invited me into your house, and I certainly wasn’t bringing a firearm with me.”

“We had a break-in,” she says. “You didn’t think to get it then?” She stops short, as if realizing what she’s said. “Daisy, you really do need legal advice.”

“Just because I own a gun doesn’t mean I’m eager to use it during a break-in. I had no idea how you felt about them, and again, I was your guest.”

I turn to Mazur. “That’s a Glock 19. I’m sure you know that. I’m sure you also know it’s one of the most common handguns out there. I’m guessing a nine-millimeter bullet killed Liam?”

“We don’t have the results back yet.”

“Well, then you have my gun. I’m hoping you have something in your kit to test for residue because I have not fired that weapon since I was at a range a month ago. I will also provide what I was wearing Friday night for further testing.”

Celeste makes a noise under her breath, and her gaze warns me I’m giving them too much. I don’t care. I nod her way, telling her I’m fine, and then I follow Mazur from the room.

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