“Can I see?”
“Why are we talking about helmets when Abigail is dead?”
I glanced at Jack, then returned my focus to Noah. “We’re just trying to rule you out as a suspect.”
“No. You’re trying to rule me in.”
“If you didn’t kill her, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“I didn’t kill anybody. I would never hurt Abigail.” Then he muttered aside, “Now the guy she’s been sleeping with, that’s a different story.” He thought better of it after he said it. “He’s not dead, is he?”
“Not that I’m aware of. But if he turns up dead, I’ll know where to look.”
Noah frowned.
“You want to see Abigail’s killer brought to justice, don’t you?”
“Yeah, of course!”
“Show me the helmet.”
His eyes darted between the two of us as he debated.
5
“You got a warrant?” Noah asked.
“I can get one.”
“Then get one.”
I gave him a look. “You’re just making me think you’re guilty.”
“See, this is total bullshit! I loved Abigail. Ain’t no way you’re gonna blame this shit on me.”
“So, you’re telling me you didn’t go to her apartment at any time during the last two days,” I said with a high degree of skepticism.
Noah hesitated for a moment. "No.”
"Are you sure about that?”
He went silent for another moment, his nervous eyes darting between JD and me again. He finally admitted, "Okay, yeah, I went over there last night, and the night before to check on her. I was worried.”
I gave him a doubtful look.
"I just knew she was going to see that guy.”
"You wanted to see if you could catch her in the act.”
A sheepish frown tugged his face, and he hung his head. "Yeah. So what?”
"Do you have a key to her apartment?”
"Yeah, why?”
"How about you let us take a look around your apartment?”
His face wrinkled again. "Why? What are you looking for?”
