Page 28 of The Coworker
Tim squirms. “It’s really not.”
Brandon’s chiseled features are twisted in amusement. I always thought he looked like the handsome rich kid in every John Hughes movie. “I underestimated you, Reese. Nice going. Did you score with her?”
“No!” Tim’s face is turning red. “I told you, it was just two dates.”
“Exactly,” Brandon says.
“Christ.” Tim rakes a hand through his short hair, which is now sticking up a bit. “I’m telling you, it was nothing.Nothing. We met at the library, we got to talking, and we went out two times. Then she stopped returning my calls.”
“Because she was dead?” Chelsea supplies.
Everyone else is firing questions at Tim, but I am completely speechless. I never could have imagined this in a million years. And how didShaneknow about it? He must’ve known, because when he said it, he was looking right at Tim. I glance at Shane now, and he’s watching everything unfold, a look of amusement in his eyes.
“Did the police question you?” Kayla asks.
“No.”
“Did they know you went out with her?” she presses him.
“I have no idea.” He squirms on the sofa. “Whether or not they did, it wasn’t a big deal. I mean, two dates, and it was like a month before she died.”
“You mean,” Chelsea says, “before she waskilled.”
Tim shoots me a pained look, but I have to look away. I thought I knew him better than anyone else in the world, but I didn’t know about this. I’m reeling from the shock. I can’t wrap my head around it.
“You should go to the police,” Kayla says. “Tell them what you know.”
Tim grimaces. “I don’t know anything. I have nothing to tell them.”
With those words, he jumps off the sofa and stalks in the direction of the kitchen. He shoves the door open and disappears inside.
“Wow,” Kayla breathes. “It just shows, you never know…”
I can’t sit here another second while they speculate about what Tim might have done. I get up off the loveseat and follow Tim back to the kitchen. I can feel Shane’s eyes on my back, but I don’t turn around.
Inside the dark kitchen, Tim is leaning against the counter, his head bowed over the rusty sink. He looks like he’s trying to get control of himself. I’ve seen him like this before. He had the same expression on his face when his dog of twelve years, Rusty, developed tumors all over his body and they had to put him down.
“Hey,” I say.
Tim turns to look at me just as a crack of lightning illuminates his face. “Hey.”
“You okay?”
The thunder that shakes the room is almost deafening. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I went out with Tracy.”
“Why didn’t you?”
He rubs his hands over his face. “I was freaked out. We went out at the beginning of the summer, and then a month later, they found her dead. I thought I might have been the last guy she went out with. And I… I figured it wouldn’t look good for me. Plus, it wasn’t like I knew anything that would help.”
It makes sense, but at the same time, it leaves me feeling a little uneasy. If he’s completely innocent, why wouldn’t he want to tell the police what he knows? Why would he hide it?
“I felt awful when I found out.” He drops his eyes. “It didn’t work out between me and Tracy, but she didn’t deserve to die. She was a nice person. It tore me up.”
“Yeah,” I breathe. “I’m sure…”
“I don’t know how Shane knew about it.” His face darkens. “I can’t believe he’s been sitting on that, waiting for the perfect moment to make me look bad.”
I frown. “I don’t think that was his intention.”
