Wow, this kid is beyond belligerent. “Watch yourself,” I growl. I hate punks like this. “Were you seeing her… romantically?”
Dylan laughs. “You mean, was I fucking her?”
“If that’s how you’d prefer the question. Were you?”
He chuckles again. “You can’t say ‘fuck’ or something, dude?”
“Answer the question.”
Dylan makes a scoffing sound, and I roll my hand into a fist. Damn, I’d love to punch him. “Sure, we fucked a time or two, but we weren’ttogether, if you know what I mean.”
“Why not?”
“What the hell, man? What’s your obsession with my sex life?”
Now I laugh right along with Finch. But why ishelaughing? “Asking you about your relationship with the deceased isn’t about your sex life, Mr. Forrester. It’s about who murdered her.”
“Fuck. It wasn’t me, man. I was partying that night.Allnight,” Dylan adds with a smirk.
“I see you’ve provided us with some names of people who can corroborate your whereabouts the night of the murder.”
He nods, then smiles.
“We’ll get them in here so they can answer some questions as well.”
His smile drops.
“So, back to my earlier question. Why weren’t you and Kara in a relationship?”
“She had too many irons in the fire, if you know what I mean.”
Irons?Interesting turn of a phrase, considering.
He continues, “No time for anything more than just a fuck or two. Same with me. I’m still in lo—I still have feelings for someone else.”
Tayler.
I nod. “Sure. I get it. Did you know they arrested Tayler Sorenson for Kara’s murder?”
“I’d heard something like that.” He shrugs.
“Do you think she did it?”
“Nah. She’s too….”
I wait for more, but he’s just sitting there, so I ask, “What? She’s too what?”
“Prissy. She’d never do something like that. It’d be too messy.”
Of all the reasons to think someone wouldn’t kill another person, that’s a first. “Too messy?”
“Yeah, you know, blood. Tayler wouldn’t be able to handle the mess.”
Funny thing about a crime of passion, people don’t think about the mess. Not until it’s too late. “Whatironsdid Kara Becker have in the fire?”
From the expression on his face, I’d say he knows things that he’s not sure he should tell me.
“She’s gone, Dylan. This information could help us find her killer.”Assuming you’re not it, dickface.
