"I will." Becca wiped her eyes.
Franks followed Amy out of the house. Neither spoke until they were in the car and pulling away from the curb.
"Are we both curious now that we know Hillary Hilton was in the bakery after hours?" Amy stared out the window.
"It got my attention, but would she know how to pull off an explosion like that?" Franks asked.
"I don't know. ATF is just starting to piece things together and look at the equipment from the bakery. I don't have a clue how much evidence that kind of explosion and fire would leave behind, but hopefully, if there is something, they can find it." Amy glanced over at him. "I get the impression she wasn't happy with how much he worked. The question is, was she unhappy enough to do something about it?"
"But why do something so big? If she did do it, she had to know that it would kill or injure others. We're lucky the death toll wasn't much larger. It could have killed everyone that was eating there that night." His chest tightened at the thought of how many friends he would have lost that night if that had happened.
"Right. Every time I've wanted to kill my husband I've thought about poisoning his food or something." Amy winked.
"Remind me never to eat at your place." Franks laughed. "But yeah, most people would attack the person, not take out a whole restaurant full of people."
"Though, it sounds like the restaurant was her issue. Maybe she blamed it more than the man."
"Possibly." Franks sighed. "We need to get her in for a formal interview at the station."
"Agreed. So should we follow up with Mrs. Chris or anyone else today?" Amy asked.
"I don't think we need to. My gut—"
Amy laughed. "Do you follow your gut on every case?"
"It seldom leads me wrong. Come on, you have to admit you feel it too. She was angry at her husband. Complained he never made time for her. Her daughter was working at the restaurant, so she had time with her dad. That left the wife home alone."
Amy shook her head. "Normal people would file for divorce. Not blow up a city block."
"You've been at this job long enough to know we often don't deal with normal people. She was jealous of her husband's first love, his restaurant. It's no different than him having another woman. He chose to spend time at work instead of with her. And before you accuse me of defending her reasoning, I'm not. I agree, she should have left him." Franks pulled into the parking lot of a small café.
"Okay, so if she did do it, we need proof. How do we get that?" Amy asked.
"That I don't know. Pray some camera in the area was sending video to another location?"
"That only proves she went into the bakery, not that she did something to blow it up."
Franks sighed. "I need to eat. I think better with a full stomach."
"It's ten in the morning."
"Early lunch." He smiled as he climbed out of the car.
"How is it that you're not five hundred pounds?" She followed him into the café.
"Lucky, I guess. Besides, I'm hoping we can get Hillary in to interview today. We might have to skip lunch."
"You really think we're going to get her to come in that quickly? We haven't even contacted her. And if she is guilty, she might not be so helpful." Amy followed Franks to a table. "Don't we have to wait to be seated?"
Franks sat down at a booth toward the back. "Nah, Angus and I come in here all the time. Gloria knows us. This is our table." He took a seat. "Burgers are great, but I'm guessing you'll get a salad."
"Actually, I was thinking just a cup of coffee." Amy grinned.
"You have to eat. We might not get a chance until late this afternoon."
"Some of us are okay with going a few hours without food." Amy glanced at the menu that had been resting behind the sugar container on the table. "I guess I could try a chicken salad sandwich. I'm trusting you that it won't make me sick."
"Never. J.D. runs this place. He makes it fresh every day. Trust me. We've been coming here for years. I got Lance a shake from here last night."
