Trista’s door opened, and she strode over to Tabitha. “Is he being arrested?”
“No. The deputy is here as a precaution,” Tabitha hedged. “Have you made a decision about the Poconos?”
“Yes. That’s what I was coming to tell you. Marilyn and I are flying out in the morning. If you would take us to the airport, I would appreciate it.”
“I can do that. Is Perry going with you?”
“No. He’ll go back to…” Trista frowned, looking past Tabitha’s shoulder. “Actually, I don’t know where his office is. Vanessa recommended him, and I didn’t ask any questions.”
“Do you know who his other clients are? Anything about his background?”
Trista refocused on Tabitha. “No, why?”
“Just curious.” Tabitha smiled, hoping to seem sincere. “I’m new to this world of yours. Never been behind the scenes and all that.”
Trista relaxed her shoulders. “Yes, well, the behind the scenes, as you say, isn’t glamorous. Except for training with Joey. That was fun. I’m hopeful that having that on my resume will lead to another role like Nora in the fu— What now?”
Chapter 11
Once they werein the parking lot, Craig was escorted to the deputy’s patrol car, and Major followed them to the station, where Everett Murdock and Sheriff Wyatt Macy were waiting. Major had never met the Gargoyle, but his Gryphon recognized another shifter by his scent. Everett introduced himself to both Craig and Major before the sheriff led them to the interrogation room. Major was surprised when Murdock requested his presence, but then again, Mason probably shared with Everett Major’s ability to voice people. Everett sat across from Craig, while Major stood against the wall. The sheriff had remained outside.
“Mr. Kilbrook, thank you for joining us. The sheriff was kind enough to allow me to meet you here instead of dragging you back to Atlanta. Do you know this woman?” Everett slid an eight by ten photo across the table.
“Not that I know of. I meet hundreds of fans, so it would be impossible to remember them all.”
“Does the name Carmen Lawrence ring a bell?” Everett left the photo in front of Craig.
“No. Is that her?”
Everett ignored him and asked, “Have you ever been to Springfield or Corona in North Carolina?”
Craig shifted in his seat, crossing his arms over hischest. “Not that I can recall, but I have filmed in Wilmington. If those cities are close to Wilmington, it’s possible I’ve driven through them. Detective Murdock, does this have anything to do with why I was attacked?”
“Where were you on January 5thof this year?”
Craig uncrossed his arms, then clasped his hands together on the table. “I would have to check my calendar, but I’m pretty sure I was home. The crew was scheduled to meet in Atlanta at the end of the month.”
“Can anyone corroborate your whereabouts?”
“Yes, my wife. What is this about?”
“I’ll need to speak to your wife before we go any further. What’s her phone number?” Craig rattled off her digits, and Everett jotted them down, then excused himself. Craig placed his elbows on the table with his hands in his hair.
Major read a long text from Tabitha as he waited until Craig looked up. Calling on his Gryphon, Major asked, “Craig, tell the truth. Do you know Carmen Lawrence?”
“No, I don’t. Like I said, I may have met her at some point, but if I did, I don’t recall it.”
Everett returned to the room. “Mr. Kilbrook, you aren’t being arrested, but you are a person of interest in the death of Carmen Lawrence.”
Craig scraped his chair back and stood abruptly. “Murder? But I don’t know her!”
“Mr. Kilbrook, sit down.” Everett didn’t have a Gryphon’s voice, but he was a shifter, and the directive was immediately followed.
A light clicked on for Major. “Detective Murdock, can I speak to you outside for a moment?”
Everett stood, slotted the photo into the manillafolder, and brought it with him. When they were in the hall, he asked, “Was that the truth?”
“Yes. If my suspicions are correct, you might be looking for Daniel and not Craig. They are close enough in appearance they could be mistaken for one another.”
