“D-Daisy.”
“Daisy? Daisy, what’s your last name?”
“B-Buchanan.”
I reach into my front pocket and retrieve my small notebook and pen, quickly jotting down the name.
“Daisy Buchanan? Can I speak to you for a moment?” The eyeball moves up and down. I’m going to take that as a yes. “Would you mind opening up the door?”
The eyeball moves up and down again.
Okay. I guess she doesn’t want to open the door.
“I’m not dressed.” Her voice is now above a whisper but only slightly.
“Can you get dressed so I can speak with you? It’s urgent.”
“I-Is she okay?” The eyeball looks to my left. Toward the open door of the apartment with the deceased.
“I’m not at liberty to say at this time. Can you please get dressed so we can ask you some questions?”
“We?” she squeaks. Why does she sound terrified?
“Yes. We. There’ll be more police here soon.”
“Wh-What?” she says, sounding terrified. “Why?”
“If you’ll get dressed, I’ll be able to tell you more after you answer a few questions.” Which isn’t entirely true. I can’t tell her anything other than her neighbor is dead. She’ll have to find out everything else the same as the rest of the world—in the news.
Without another word, she shuts the door, and I hear the latch click back into place.
Great.Hopefully the detective will have better luck when he gets here.
Chapter Two
Gage
“What the hell’s going on, Gage? Tayler didn’tkillanyone. She can barely kill a spider.”
I knew this was coming. Well, I expected a visit from Quinn Maxwell, at least, since Tayler’s her best friend, but she’s still in England, apparently.With the boyfriend.In her stead, the rest of the women who lived with her on Beedle Drive have cornered me outside of the Ames police station just as I was heading home for the night. Now I’ve got to deal with the rest of her tight-knit group of friends.
Right now, it’s Patsy.
“Patsy.” I place my hands on my hips. “I can’t talk about an open case.”
“This is fucking ridiculous.” Robbi, short for Roberta, is the outspoken one and sort of intimidating, if I’m being honest. “Quinn’s so upset she’s about ready to jump on a plane even though Cooke’s still recuperating.”
I’d like to see Quinn, but not under these circumstances. “This can’t be helped.”
“Sure it can,” says Susanna, Patsy’s sister, from the back of the group. “Just let her go. This is crazy.”
“She’ll be arraigned. After that, I’m sure she’ll be able to post bail.” I don’t know why I said that. I’m not sure about anything.
“Arraigned?” Lindsay squeaks. “Bail?”
“How’s Luke handling all of this?” Robbi’s got her arms crossed in front of her, and her hip is jutted to the right. Yeah, she’s angry.
“I couldn’t say.” Because while I’ve seen him, I haven’t spoken to him. Tayler’s attorney showed up and told her not to speak. Then she was placed in a cell, and that was that.
