“Have you talked to the brother yet? Mitchell Keys?” he asked. “I heard it’s not looking that great for him.”
Darius hadn’t.
Which led to one of the complications the sheriff now sighed about.
Rose picked up on the tension quickly.
“What? Let me guess. He started yelling for a lawyer?”
Liam shook his head.
“No,” he answered. “His fiancée.”
Darius felt the same flash of annoyance as he had when Mitchell had said the same thing to him no less than half an hour beforehand.
“What?” Price asked.
“He’s refusing to say anything until he can talk to his fiancée, not a lawyer, not his brother. Just Miss Myers. And he wants to talk to her privately first.”
Price snorted.
“Well, that’s not suspicious or anything,” he said.
The sheriff nodded.
“I agree. And normally we wouldn’t even entertain that idea but—” Liam looked to Darius “—Detective Williams has done something that he apparently has never done before during the span of his entire career that’s made me rethink our next steps.”
Three heads turned in sync.
Darius didn’t think it was that big of a deal.
Yet, he straightened his back as he spoke.
“I vouched for her. I vouched for Evelyn Myers.”
Chapter Six
Her phone died sometime between arriving at the sheriff’s department and being told to wait in Darius’s office. It was unfortunate timing. And annoying.
Darius had left the small box of a room what felt like hours ago, but Eve logically knew it was probably closer to twenty minutes she sat there alone.
Unlike the boy she had once spent all her time with, this adult version called Detective Williams seemed to be more fond of debilitating silences instead of idle chatter. Once he made it clear that he wasn’t going to give her a crumb of information about Mitchell or Gary’s death, he had gone quiet in the truck. It had forced Eve to play around in her own head while she waited to arrive at their destination.
That play hadn’t lasted long.
She kept bumping up against two problems, and neither one of them had an easy solution.
Gary had been shot and moved to the wedding ceremony, right? That meant something. But what? And who would do it?
The other problem was Eve’s whole reason for the wedding in the first place. She had thought stopping the ceremony would give her what she needed to finally,finallytake the almighty White Knight down.
Now?
Now she was sitting in the sheriff’s department, her only partner in crime holed up somewhere else within the building, most likely a nervous wreck.
Not for the first time since Darius told her to stay in his office, Eve glanced at the door.
Maybe if she slipped out and went looking for Mitchell herself, no one would notice: she wasn’t wearing her wedding dress anymore. It wasn’t like she was anyone of consequence when it came to the guests she had been standing in front of a few hours ago.
