“A video camera and tapes. Roy said they belonged to Henry Lowell and he was going to return them. I never saw them again.”
She caught her breath. “Wait! That may not be true. I saw a camera just like that one at Donna’s house, but that was at least a year later. I remember thinking that Henry must have recommended it. He was such a nice man.” She looked at Jack. “I don’t know why you couldn’t have been more like him.”
“Too much of my dad in me, I guess.”
“Roy tried to make amanof you, but you were always ungrateful.”
Kate said, “I think—”
“So how often didyouleave him?” Jack asked. “And you got your nose fixed. It looks better than it did in the hospital.”
Krystal came to her feet. “Everyone knows you killed my son. You were drunk and driving and—”
Kate put her hand on Krystal’s arm, Sara went to the other side and they managed to get the angry woman to the front door.
“I’ll talk to you two, but not tohim,” she said as they closed the door behind her.
Kate and Sara leaned against the door and both let out a breath. It felt like they’d just fought a fire-breathing dragon.
When Sara and Kate finally recovered enough to walk away from the door, they found Jack in the kitchen frying eggs. For all that he’d just been accused of a heinous crime, he didn’t look disturbed.
“I’m going to go to work today.” He sounded happy. “What are you two doing?”
The women weren’t fooled. Sara glanced at Kate. “We’re going with you.”
“I need to—”
“See the sheriff,” Kate said.
Jack gave a giant sigh. “Stop trying to read my mind. Flynn shouldn’t have told the reporter all that.”
“You mean your girlfriend?” Kate said. “Why aren’t you calling her and bawling her out? But then, she’s probably too proud of her own cutesy writing to be upset. What happened to printing the real news? Facts? Not hearsay about bad boys and motorcycles.”
“Jack has Roy’s Harley,” Sara said. “It’s in the garage at his old house.”
“Yeah?” Kate’s eyes lit up, but then she remembered that she’d declared she didn’t like motorcycle-type guys. “You’re going to go see the sheriff, aren’t you?”
Jack didn’t answer.
“Of course he is,” Sara said. “And I’m sure the infamous Wyatt temper will help our cause.” She looked at Kate. “How soon can you put on something nice? And short?”
“Are you pimping her out?” Jack sounded angry.
“I am.” Sara smiled big. “Use your youth while you have it.”
Kate looked from Jack to Sara, then back. “I have an Elaine Cross dress—a copy of one, anyway. I’ll...” She didn’t finish but hurried to her bedroom.
Minutes later, they were in the truck, Kate in the middle. “I think Krystal inadvertently gave us a date of when the murder happened.”
“Yeah,” Jack said. “Cheryl’s sixteenth birthday. The day I gave her the necklace.”
“And the day Roy ran over your bike.” Sara sounded bitter. “I feel like telling Krystal the truth about that.”
“She won’t listen,” Jack said. “She’s martyred Roy so he’s a saint.”
“Do you think that Verna is the one who packed the car?” Kate asked. “Did what Roy said to Cheryl make them decide to leave town?”
A muscle in Jack’s jaw was working. “Maybe Roy went back later. Maybe Verna got angry. Maybe he did kill them.”
