Water meant fingerprints.
I shook my head and inhaled deeply. “So, Glenn is gone.”
“Yes,” Officer June said. “And we were told by some of the staff that you two had been dating shortly before he went missing.”
“Dating is an overexaggeration.” I rolled my eyes. “We had drinks one time because he saw me at a bar, and then we flirted and texted some. We had plans to go for dinner, but he went missing before we could.”
Reyna scribbled it all down. “I see. So, you never saw him the day he went missing?”
“What day was that? The last time we spoke, he was helping me move back into my mother’s home. He was going to stay and help me unpack, but then we fought on the way there, so I pulled over and let him out. That was like…over a month ago.”
“You fought? About what?” Officer June leaned over the table. “Where did you leave him?”
They were eating this shit up.
“A few blocks from my house.” I shrugged. “I’d just been cast opposite Sebastian, and he didn’t like that Sebastian was making his...feelings clear. He wanted me to turn the role down, and I said no.”
“Feelings?”
I sighed and sat back, crossing my arms. “I’m sure you’ll see it soon if you haven’t already. Sebastian and I dated briefly a few years ago, and there were some residual feelings on his side when he saw me on set the first time. He made that known, and Glenn felt like Sebastian wasn’t respecting him, as Glenn and I had just started talking. Honestly, it was just one big pissing match between the two. It was dumb.”
“And was Sebastian happy when Glenn went missing?”
“Of course,” I said, pausing. “Just like most of the production team. Honestly, I hate to speak ill of the dead, but it sounds like I dodged a bullet. I’ve never heard anyone say anything pleasant about Glenn, other than his good looks.”
They nodded in unison, as if that was what they’d heard too.
“So, you know Sebastian. Do you think he’s a violent man?”
I laughed. “Sebastian? Maybe to himself. He talks a big game, but I don’t think he did anything to Glenn, if that’s what you’re asking. He didn’t seem to care that he was gone. Just like everyone else. It’s sad he’s dead, but I don’t think Sebastian had anything to do with it.”
“I see. Well, thank you for speaking with us. We’ll let you get back to work.”
I stood and shook their hands. “Of course. I’m sorry I can’t be more helpful. I barely knew the guy.” I started out but then paused at the door. “Am I allowed to tell people?”
They looked at each other then nodded.
“That’s fine. Maybe one of them will know something.” Officer Reyna pulled a business card from his pocket and leaned over to give it to me. “If you hear something, give us a call.”
“Sure thing,” I said. Turning slowly, I slid the card into my pocket and did my best to walk out the door with my shoulders high but not cocky. I needed to look aloof, but also confident. I passed Skye on the way and gave her a sympathetic smile.
Her fixed grin fell off her face. “What happened? Is someone dead?”
I nodded. “Glenn.”
“Glenn!” She slapped her hands over her mouth. “Oh, my God.”
“Yep. Good luck.” I patted her on the shoulder.
“Good luck? What does that mean? Am I being investigated? I didn’t do anything.”
“I know that. I didn’t mean anything by it. Just good luck not crying in front of the officers.” I forced a laugh, and she wiped at the tears that had already started.
“Right, I know. I’m a baby sometimes. I didn’t even know the guy. It’s just so sad.”
I left her and returned to set. We needed Skye for the scene, so we shot other things, including some behind-the-scenes videos to post on my channel. Skye’s interview took longer, presumably because they let her sit there and cry. She returned with a puffy face and red eyes. Bryce was next, but we were able to film without him, so we finished our scenes for the day and started toward our trailers to undress and go home.
Word about Glenn had spread fast. Everyone was talking about it in hushed tones.
