Pierre’s voice was rising. “But you and Mr. Crist had an argument that day, is that correct?”
Grace shook her head and opened her palms. “Yes.”
“You claim this argument was about Daniel Greaves, your friend’s new husband.”
“Yes, it was.”
“Perhaps Mr. Crist found out about your relationship with the groom?”
Grace squinted her eyes at the detective. “There was no relationship.”
“Is it not true that you and Mr. Greaves once dated?”
Grace took a deep breath. “Years ago. Yes.”
“Perhaps you still had feelings for him.”
“No, I did not.”
“Perhaps being in such a romantic setting brought those feelings back to you? Perhaps you started to doubt your relationship with Mr. Crist.”
Grace did not answer.
“No?”
“No,” Grace said.
Inspector Pierre consulted his notepad. “A few nights ago, you and Charlotte Brooks also engaged in an argument at the Bayside Bar. Other guests of the resort witnessed this argument. Is this not true?”
Grace again remained silent.
“Without your input, Ms. Sebold, I can only assume your argument with the bride, understanding now yourromantic history, had to do with your relationship with Daniel Greaves. Am I correct, Ms. Sebold?”
“Yes. But it was just a misunderstanding.”
“A misunderstanding? Surveillance video of the resort shows Mr. Greaves visiting your cottage the day before his wedding. Are you certain you want to go on the record as denying a relationship between you and Daniel Greaves?”
“We are friends. That’s all.”
“You can see my confusion, though, Ms. Sebold. And how one might look at all of this and assume you were balancing many men at one time?”
“Many men? What are you saying?”
“And that, perhaps, after discovering the phone calls made between Julian and his lover in New York, you were angry and jealous. Perhaps, you were not thinking clearly? Perhaps, you did something out of rage?”
Grace shook her head. “No.”
“Were you on Gros Piton on Wednesday evening, Ms. Sebold?”
Grace looked back and forth at the recording device and the scribbling man, confused by the quick change in topics.
“Ms. Sebold! Were you on Gros Piton on Wed—”
“No.”
“No?”Pierre asked, standing from his seat and hovering over her. “Then can you explain why your shoeprint was found there?”
Grace shook her head, then put her palms to her temples, as if trying to corral an impending migraine.
