“The new front windows lookgreat, Scott.”
Scott stared through the new triple panes on the first floor then turned to Heather. “They do, but I’m worried about vandalism. It’s the Fourth of July long weekend and who knows whatcould happen.”
“I thought you had people watching the place.” She shoved her hands into the back pockets of her slim-fitting jeans and rocked back on her stylish boots. Some might call them work boots, but the fancy plaid fabric around the high cuff was hardly what his men wore. Still better than a tight skirt and heels. Although he certainly liked those too.
“I do, but they aren’t here every second or invincible. They need to stay in the background to avoid suspicion. I’ll probably pop by a few times over the weekend.”
“Aren’t you going to Jack and Callie’s for the barbecue on Sunday?”
“I am. But I’ll still have time to drop by here. I assume you’llbe there too.”
“Yes, Callie asked me to help her get the house cleaned up and cook some of the food. She can’t bend over as easily as she used to.”
Jack probably wouldn’t let her do much heavylifting anyway.
“I’ve instructed the men to board up the windows. We’ll keep them that way until we’ve got the whole place ready. That way no one sees all the tools and materials we have inside and isn’t tempted to steal anything.”
“I’ll defer to your judgment on this one. I don’t have any experience inthat capacity.”
A snippy comment roseon his tongue.
“Scott Holland?”
A middle-aged man and younger woman in dressy casual clothes walked through the door from outside.
“Can I help you? This is a construction site. You shouldn’t be here.”
Moving closer with Heather at his side, he watched as they took out badges.
“I’m Detective Tabitha Thomas. This is Detective Walter Harmon. We’re with the Waterbury Police Department.”
Holding out his hand, he said, “I’m Scott Holland, and this is my partner,Heather Silva.”
Detective Harmon shook his hand though Thomas stood stiffly with her hands at her side, an envelopein one of them.
Heather looked at him sharply. “Did you file a report on the accident with the police?”
“Yeah, not that I expect anything to come of it, but I wanted it documented since so many things have gone wrong the past few months. But I filed it here in town, notin Waterbury.”
“We’re not here about an accident report, Mr. Holland. We’d like to ask you afew questions.”
“About what?”
“Where were you Wednesday night of this week?” Harmon scribbled on a notepad in front of him.
Wednesday. “I went to a bar in downtown Waterbury after work and had a beer with my cousin. Then I went home.”
“The name of the bar?”
“Jake’s.”
“Can anyone verify your whereabouts after youleft the bar?”
Scott shook his head. “I was home by myself.”
“Do you know a woman namedCarla Findley?”
“No. What does she haveto do with me?”
