“Cuz of the kinds of questions he was asking her. He also told her an investigator is involved.”
“I’m sure it will all work out. As far as what happened the other day, Grady let you go but you need to keep your cool and stay out of it.”
“I know, and I will,” he promised.
Morgan made small talk and excused herself. “I’ll be inside if you need me.”
While she worked at her desk, she mulled over what Greg had confided. Despite his insistence that his girlfriend was innocent, an inkling of doubt settled in.
The woman had traveled to the mainland and basically went MIA while there. Did she know more about the man’s death than she was letting on? Why would she be carrying a knife around in her pocket while she was working?
Maybe stumbling upon a dead body had triggered some sort of mental trauma. Hailey was on edge, thinking she would find another body. She hoped not. For Greg’s sake, Morgan hoped the woman was innocent.
The hours flew by, and before she knew it, it was time to pick Tristan up from school. She called Chester, who was snoozing under her desk. “Let’s go get Tristan.”
The pup’s ears went back.
“Do you want to go for a ride?”
He scrambled to his feet and scampered to the door.
“That’s what I thought.” On her way out, Morgan swung by the kitchen to let Tina know she was leaving.
Light snow had fallen, so she gave her windshield and side windows a quick swipe with the snow brush before hopping into her SUV and driving to the other side of the island.
She reached the school with minutes to spare and parked at the end of the long line of vehicles, other parents waiting to pick their children up. At three on the dot, students trickled out of the building.
Two…three…four plus more kids traipsed along the sidewalk.
Finally, Tristan appeared.
Chester, with his furry small face pressed against the glass, yipped excitedly when he spotted the boy. He gave a quick wave and picked up the pace.
Easing the back door open, he dropped his backpack on the floor before climbing in the front seat with Chester.
“Well?” Morgan asked as soon as Tristan was settled. “How did it go?”
“Okay.”
“Just okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you sit with anyone at lunch?”
“Mmm. Hmm.”
“Students in your class?”
Tristan nodded.
Morgan let out an exaggerated sigh. “This is like pulling teeth. Did you like it enough to want to go back tomorrow?”
“Yeah. The kids were nice, but I think it was only because Ms. Blanchard made one of the other boys buddy up with me to show me around.”
“So, you don’t think your super-sunny personality helped?”
“They asked me about Las Vegas and wanted to know where I lived now,” Tristan said.
