Fat chance, but she had to say something.
Ha!If they wanted the truth, she’d give it to them.Frowning, she once again shifted her stance.“I was his assistant.He got these packages well before I worked for him.”
Hendrix nodded.“We understand.”
“I’m pretty sure it was drugs,” she whispered.
The men’s expressions were blank—they knew this already.
“I’m not saying he was an addict, because he ran the company well, but he definitely got a lot of stuff brought to him.”
“Do you have a name?”Morris asked.
“Not on me,” she said honestly.“But it’s at the office.When I quit last night, I left everything there.You have my permission, if you require it, to search my desk.Anything you need to catch whoever did this to Mitchell.”
Morris continued to write in his book.
“What did he look like?This delivery guy?”Hendrix asked.
She shook her head.“I didn’t see him.I was busy with the party.”She screwed her features into an expression of concern.
Morris nodded and flipped his notebook closed.He glanced to Hendrix and gave him a brief nod.“We’re good here.”
Hendrix dug into his pocket.From it, he withdrew a business card, held it between his fingers, and offered it to her.“If you can think of anything else, give us a call.”
She accepted it and nodded.“Of course.”
“Thank you for your time,” Morris said before turning on his heel.
As the two men walked down the small path toward the parking lot, she closed her door and collapsed against it.
She’d done it.Sydney had survived questioning by the police after a murder.She deserved a damn cookie and a gold star.
Peering at her bedroom door, she cocked her head.She would settle for her murder buddy.Maybe they could become more.
Murder fuck buddies, perhaps?
15
Fink
Despitehavingjustgottenout of the shower, Fink wasn’t relaxed.The opposite.He’d revealed himself to be a liability.She knew exactly what he looked like.Every identifying mark on his body she’d seen, but that wasn’t what had his heart hammering in his chest.
The police had arrived earlier than he’d expected.Though to be fair, morning was long gone.The day had sped by pretty quickly.Maybe they were on time.
Either way, he shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was that they’d shown up.
To his delight, Sydney had been fucking excellent.Almost like a professional.
She controlled that interview.Somehow, she didn’t allow them to direct the conversation.They didn’t get a chance to corner her or knock her off-balance.She led them down a path of suspicion and away from her.
Fink wasn’t sure if he should be concerned about her ability to deceive or be impressed by it.That type of skill wasn’t something anyone could master without a story.How had she gotten so good at that?
This woman became more and more of an enigma the more he learned about her.
“Who are you?”he murmured to himself after she closed the door.
Still wearing a towel around his waist, he stared at the wall.Through it, he’d heard the entire conversation.It couldn’t have gone better had he scripted it himself.
