“Is Oscar a suspect?” Lock asked.
“He claims to have been at his girlfriend’s house the entire night, and she corroborates the story.”
“So what did you want with Callie?” Lock asked, still angry that she’d been dragged into this.
“We needed the details of her interactions with him.”
“I told them everything I remembered about the bar, and then the two incidents with Hamish,” she said softly, her hand slipping on top of Lock’s as she looked at him.
“Hamish,” Lock said softly. “They were bullying him, right?”
She shook her head. “No…well, yes, they were, but like I told Eastern and his deputy, I don’t think he could have done this.”
“How well do you know Hamish?” Eastern asked.
Her brows rose. “I mean, not super well. But I see him a few times a week and have conversations with him all the time. He’s kind, and the least-violent guy I know.”
“Has he ever shown a romantic interest in you?”
At Callie’s beat of silence, Lock turned to look at her. He obviously had. But then, that wasn’t a huge surprise. Lock had suspected the guy had a thing for her.
“He asked me out,” she finally said.
Lock frowned. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because it didn’t seem important. I let him down gently and that was that.” She looked back at Eastern. “Him showing an interest in me doesn’t mean he’d kill someone though. That’s crazy.”
Eastern leaned forward. “Did you know him before you left town?”
“Yes.”
“And you were receiving notes then too, right?”
Callie squirmed in her seat.
Fuck. Could it really be him? Lock had always liked the guy. Sure, he was odd, but Callie was right—he’d never come across as violent.
Eastern rubbed the stubble on his jaw. “He asked you out, and you’ve been receiving notes from someone who’s interested in you. There have been two incidences involving you, Lucian, and Hamish, both of which turned violent, and this morning you receive a note from your stalker, claiming he’s keeping you safe.”
Lock tensed. “You did?”
She swallowed before looking at him, her expression giving her away before her nod.
Shit.
“And now,” his brother continued, “Lucian’s dead.”
“I still don’t think Hamish could have done it,” Callie pushed. “He’s not like that.”
Eastern leaned back in his seat. “We’ll talk to him.”
“Can I take Callie home?” Lock asked, ready to get the hell out of here.
Eastern nodded, and both he and Callie stood. He could feel her energy. She was sad. Maybe a bit scared. He hated both.
He tugged her into his side before stepping back into the waiting area. “It’ll be okay,” he whispered into her ear, needing to do something to help.
She nodded but didn’t look convinced at all.
