Becket frowned. She was? It could easily be checked, so there was no reason to lie.
“What about the day Sky was almost hit outside the doggy daycare, and Becket was sideswiped?”
Kristina was already shaking her head before Jesse had finished speaking. “I was with Teddy. He can confirm that. I was at his place.”
Jesse didn’t say anything, just watched her closely, waiting to see if she cracked.
“I’m serious.” Her voice became more high-pitched. “That wasn’t me! I break into houses and take stuff, but I never hurt anyone.”
Shit. She was telling the truth. It wasn’t her.
Jesse leaned forward. “Did you follow her here from Wyoming?”
“What? Ididcome from Wyoming. The last city I was in was Jackson. But I only met Sky when I got here. I get a job in every town I go to, and she was hiring.”
Becket watched her closely. Her eyes. The tone of her voice. She sounded like she was telling the truth. But if she was, that meant someone else was messing with Sky.
“You know we’ll find out if you’re lying,” Jesse pressed.
She lifted her hands. “I’m not. I swear!”
At the ringing of Jesse’s phone, he glanced at the screen before rising and answering. He frowned and looked at Becket through the glass, tilting his head toward the door.
Becket met him in the hall. “Who is it?”
“One of the deputies letting me know the boyfriend called the station.”
“Why the hell would he call the station?”
“Let’s find out.”
They returned to Jesse’s office and he answered the call, putting it on speaker. “Sheriff Hayes speaking.”
“Uh, hi, this is Mateo Flores. My old chief called…said you’ve been trying to get in contact with me?”
“Yes. I was wondering if you could tell me where you’ve been the last few months.”
“In Merida, Mexico, visiting family and figuring my life out after losing my girlfriend.” There was a small pause. “Why? What the hell’s this about?”
“Can anyone verify this?”
“Yeah, my entire family. Do I need a lawyer?”
Becket’s hands fisted. If it wasn’t him either, that just left Tony, didn’t it?
“Did Eloise have anyone else she was particularly close to?” Becket asked, receiving a glare from Jesse for speaking. He didn’t damn well care. “Her parents? Friends?”
“No. She was an introvert, didn’t have many friends. And she didn’t get along with her parents. She moved out when she was sixteen.”
“Who’d she move in with?” Jesse asked.
“Her grandmother.Theywere close.”
Becket frowned. “Just her grandmother? No grandfather?”
“Nah, her grandfather was a mechanic who died at work ten years ago.”
Becket’s muscles locked…a mechanic. Which meant the grandmother could know something about cars.
