I gave him limited details. "Did she have any enemies? Stalkers? Anybody she was worried about?”
Brandon shrugged. "I don’t know. We’d just met. It's not like we were really close or anything. We just hooked up a couple of times. I know she had a boyfriend. But she said she was gonna break up with him. But you know, they lie about that shit.” Then he muttered aside. "Didn't seem like she had much of a commitment to him anyway."
"Are we gonna find your fingerprints in her apartment?”
He thought about it for a moment. "I don't know. Maybe. I mean, I was over there once or twice. Not like I stayed long. She was always worried about her boyfriend coming over.”
“How about you come down to the station and give us a set of elimination prints and a DNA sample to rule you out?”
Brandon laughed. “Nice try. Not without a warrant. I can give you the redhead’s number. Kendall can tell you where I was last night. When did you say Abigail was murdered?”
I dug into my pocket and handed him a card. “Text me her number.”
Brandon pulled out his phone and sent me Kendall’s digits.
I called her to verify his whereabouts. She answered after a few rings.
7
Kendall answered, and I made introductions. I asked her about Brandon‘s whereabouts last night.
“Yeah. This is kind of embarrassing,” she said, “but he spent the night at my place.”
“What time did you meet up?”
“I think it was about 10:30 PM when we met at Blue Ruin. We hung out there until about 12:30 AM, then went back to my place.”
“And he was there all night?”
“Yes.”
“That’s all I need to know,” I said, then ended the call after thanking her. I glanced at Brandon. “Looks like you’re off the hook.”
He gloated. “Told you.”
I thanked him for his cooperation and told him to get in touch if he thought of anything else that mightbe helpful.
We left the Delphine, climbed into the van, and headed back to theAvventurato get ready for the evening. We stopped in Diver Down and took a seat at the bar to grab something to eat first.
Teagan greeted us with that infectious smile of hers. In a skimpy bikini top and jean shorts, the teal-eyed beauty was always a delightful sight.
"I heard about the murder at the Coronado,” she said. "You think that's an isolated incident?”
"I don't know. I thought we had a promising suspect, but I'm not sure now."
She looked at me with a grave face. "I just had a bad feeling from the moment I woke up this morning.”
"You and your feelings.”
She frowned at me. "I just knew something bad was gonna happen.”
"Think positive," I said.
Her face twisted with a playful scowl. "I do think positive. But sometimes these visions just pop into my head. There’s nothing I can do about them. I don't want them. But sometimes they come flooding in no matter what I do.”
Teagan’s supposed psychic powers came and went, and she was never fond of the gift. It always put her in a bad space.
I didn't know what to believe, but the girl had a hell of an intuition.
