His forehead creased a little as his wide smile slowly disappeared. “Did you talk to Derek?”
She pulled up slightly. “Derek? Your friend, Derek?”
“Yes.”
She shook her head. “Why would I talk to Derek?”
Austin shrugged. “Because he also knew Hillary.”
“Well, unless Derek was a name on her list, or unless he was a lead, we wouldn’t have asked him any questions.”
“But, someone talked to him. He said it was you.”
She blinked with wide eyes, sitting up a little more. “If I talked to him, I didn’t know who he was. I told you everyone I had spoken with. I haven’t even met your friend. Why would you think that?”
“Because he mentioned earlier—”
Brittany’s cell buzzed. Groaning, she climbed off him, and the couch, to pull it out of her pocket. “Russell here.”
Austin blew out a gush of air and sank further in the cushions as he stared up at the ceiling.
“Brittany, I think we found something,” Kurt said breathlessly.
“What did you find?”
“Gibbs interviewed one of Reeder’s board members, and guess who is a collector of medieval weapons?”
She turned away from Austin, stepping closer to the kitchen. “Who?”
“Our very own Austin Reeder. I’m getting a search warrant ready as we speak. We’ll be able to search his place tonight!”
