Page 73 of Crazy In Love (Secrets of Suburbi 3)

Was he really that dense? "Let's see...my husband skipped work for a few days to..." I snapped my fingers but it made a sad noise because my hands were sweaty. "Oh right. He's a dirty cheat. He probably went to Canada to sleep with Sophia Tremblay. Or stalk her. Or whatever she claimed."

"We already confirmed that he wasn't sleeping with Sophia," he said. "Which means that Noah has been missing since Tuesday. Wednesday morning at the latest. Yet you claim you saw him on Friday morning. Did you see him Wednesday and Thursday morning too?"

"Yes." I didn't even have to lie about that.

"So your Canada trip theory doesn't exactly pan out there, Ensley. Leaving for Canada in the morning and coming back each night? A little hard to pull off."

I opened my coat and closed it again, creating a breeze. I didn't even care if Detective Torres saw my costume at this point. If I didn't cool off I was seriously going to pass out. "Right, and you're the expert on how long it takes to get back and forth to Canada. What were you doing there again?"

"Visiting...family." He cleared his throat. "I have family up there. Lots of them. I try to visit a few times a month."

Wow, Detective Torres was a terrible liar. If he had family up there he'd be guzzling maple syrup and saying 'eh' all the time. He was definitely about to say something else. What? Did he actually have business up there? It was out of his jurisdiction. Originally he'd told me it was personal business. Personal business did have to do with family. So why did it seem like he was lying?

"What did you do on your personal trip to Canada?"

"Caught a hockey game."

Damn it, that actually checked out. Canadians loved hockey. But I was pretty sure Detective Torres was sweating more than me now. I was about to ask him another question, but he beat me to it.

"Ensley, this isn't about my business in Canada. I'm here about Noah. And despite the fact that flying back and forth to Canada in that time frame each day would be difficult...I know for a fact that he didn't do it. I ran it through the system. He hasn't checked in to any international flights for weeks."

"Maybe he took a private jet."

"Does he do that often?"

How should I know? I'd made it pretty clear that I wasn't my husband's keeper. "He doesn't exactly keep me up to date on his business. And even if he didn't go to Canada, it doesn't mean he wasn't seeing a mistress instead of going to work. He's been seeing someone in town too. I know he has."

"And you didn't think it was important to tell me that information a few days ago?"

"It's a little embarrassing telling a complete stranger that you're not even good enough for your own husband!" I pressed my lips together. The heat was making me have loose lips. God, I really was about to faint. I flapped my coat collar to create a lackluster breeze.

"You know, I heard what Charlotte said. About not eating the whole pot pie yourself. Ensley, you must see that she only said that because she's jealous of you."

"Jealous? Of me?"

He nodded. "If anything, I'm certain you're too good for your husband. So how about you tell me when the last time you actually saw him was. Let's get him back safe and sound and then I can help set you up with a great divorce lawyer. I'll help you figure it out, okay? I promise."

I promise? Why did he keep saying shit like that to me? He wasn't flirting with me. He was just trying to mess with my head. "I told you everything I know."

"Ensley, no one at the office got a phone call from you once Noah went missing. You said you checked with everyone you know. Yet you didn't check with the people he works with every day? That's suspicious."

"I don't like his co-workers. Speaking of which, they're a bunch of liars. Noah probably was at work and they're just being stupid. Or covering for his cheating ass." I couldn't even think about what I was saying anymore. I was literally turning into a puddle. I stood up so I wouldn't melt into the couch.

He took a step back like he thought I was about to attack him.

"Are you seriously scared of me?" I asked.

"Should I be?"

I swallowed hard. Maybe. If he stayed there much longer...yeah, maybe. I wasn't going to let a bad detective be the one to bring me down.

"Ensley, your husband has been missing since Tuesday night. Not Friday. Why didn't you notify us right away?"

"Because he wasn't missing. I just told you...I saw him Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday morning."

Detective Torres shook his head. "See...I don’t think you’re being completely honest with me. And I also think you know where he is."

"Well, that's your opinion. And your opinion is wrong."

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