Ramirez’s expression remained professional. “We were concerned Ms. King might leave before we had the opportunity to speak with her.”
Before anyone could respond, the front door opened behind them.
Wes turned and saw Rowan step onto the porch. Why would she come back outside now? She should have stayed out of sight.
But he knew Rowan. He knew she’d want to take responsibility for this.
“Ms. King?” Ramirez asked.
Rowan descended the porch steps, a determined look on her face that showed her mind was made up. “Yes?”
She walked toward the gate. Wes noticed that Caleb hadn’t let them inside.
He was sure that was on purpose. He would have done the same.
The detectives introduced themselves.
“We’re investigating the death of Thayer Holt,” Ramirez said. “And we’d like to ask you a few questions.”
“How did you find me here?”
“Through an anonymous source,” Nolan said.
Rowan folded her arms across her chest. “Am I under arrest?”
“No,” Ramirez said.
She kept her gaze level. “But you think I know something.”
Neither detective immediately answered, which was answer enough.
Wes watched Rowan absorb everything. To her credit, she didn’t get defensive or lash out. Instead, she suddenly appeared exhausted.
“I know how this looks,” she murmured. “What exactly do you think I know?”
Ramirez studied her before answering. “We know you were present the night Mr. Holt died. Why didn’t you tell the police that?”
Rowan hesitated before finally saying, “Because I was afraid.”
Ramirez narrowed his eyes. “Afraid of what?”
Rowan’s gaze flicked toward Wes before returning to the detectives. “Of Vince Furlough.”
That name immediately got their attention.
Ramirez glanced once toward Nolan before looking back at Rowan.
Wes waited to hear what they had to say.
CHAPTER 41
Nolan studiedher with careful patience. “Tell us exactly what happened that night.”
Rowan’s pulse thudded. If Caleb didn’t know her story, he was about to find out.
She should have told him sooner. She knew she should have.
Now it was too late.
