He peeled her off his body and her limbs resisted like Velcro.“Stay here.”
CHAPTER 8
“As if,” Josiesaid, shoving him aside.
He should have known better than to assume she’d listen and stay put.He let her pass, his head still spinning like a fucking washing machine.
Josie had kissed him.Holy mother of god.He scrubbed his knuckles over his chin as she hustled to the door as if she hadn’t just knocked him on his ass.
He moved behind her as she gripped the handle, protectiveness rushing through him.“Would ya hold on a minute?”he said, placing his palm on the wood.
“No.It’s my house.”She rose onto her tiptoes to look out the window then dropped to her feet.She blinked, surprise making her eyes twice as large as usual.“It’s Cody,” she said.
He grabbed the door handle and Josie stepped to the side while he opened the door.Cody stood on the porch.Rain fell on his sporty black car in the driveway.
“Hey, hope you don’t mind that I stopped by.”His gaze moved over Josie then shifted to Quin.He lifted his arm to reveal a laptop tucked at his side.“I’ve got that information you asked for.”
Josie looked up at Quin, curiosity lifting her eyebrows.
“Do you mind?”Cody asked.
She shook her head.“Come in.”
Cody stepped inside and removed his shoes.
Quin gestured to the kitchen table and they all sat.He looked at Josie.“I asked Cody to find out who was on site when Liam...um.”He cleared his throat.
Josie propped her hand on her hip.“And?”
Cody pried open his laptop.“Turns out I saved the footage from that day.I’d forgotten.Of course I don’t have any shots of the area where the accident happened, but the video shows the front of the property and everyone who entered.”
“Who do we have?”Quin asked.Christ, if they could get a lead from the tape, they’d be ahead of the game.
“We’ve got Frasier, which is who I mentioned this morning.Turns out he was in the office that day and placed an order for lumber.There’s eight minutes where he’s not accounted for, but it’s possible he was talking to one of the guys, or even in the bathroom.I’ll go over the others and then show you the tapes.”
Quin’s blood pressure spiked.There was no way Frasier being there on the day Liam died was a coincidence.
“Next, we have Osmond Field.You know him, right?”
Quin squinted, the name baiting the tip of his memory.
“I do,” Josie said.“Liam helped him build his dock two years ago.I doubt he’d be involved.He’s a widower and the sweetest man.”
Cody gave a nod.“’Course.But we probably shouldn’t leave any stone unturned.”
Quin tented his fingers beneath his jaw.“Anyone else?”
Cody scrunched his face with uncertainty.“I mean, just the guys coming and going.We had some seasonal workers there, so it’s really hard to say.”
Josie leaned toward the computer.“Can you give us the names of the workers?”
“I’ve got six.I’ll email them to Quin.”He tapped the keyboard and sent them off.“I hope that helps,” Cody said, offering a weak smile.
Quin looked at Josie.She sure as hell didn’t seem reassured—only more anxious.“Can you send me the videos?”
“Uh, sure.”Cody sat a little straighter in his seat.“I’m interrupting your meal,” he said, nodding at the ramen bowls and sushi.“I should have called before coming, sorry.”
Josie slid the food out of the way.“Don’t worry about it.”
