“Did you?” Adam leaned forward. “Because it seems like quite a coincidence that you come back to town and your ex-girlfriend suddenly ends up dead.”
“Suddenly? I’ve been living here since December.”
Adam narrowed his eyes. “Still seems like quite a coincidence to me.”
“I had no interest in Sheila then or now. We dated. It ended. I met my wife the next year. Married her. Built a life with Jen. Sheila and I were kids when we dated. It meant nothing in the long run.”
“You were seen at the bank where she worked,” Adam said, flipping through papers in his folder. “Multiple times in recent weeks.”
“I do my banking there. Most people in Irma do.”
“You were seen talking to her. Laughing with her.”
“Edi was there too. We ran into each other at the bank last week and caught up. It was a friendly conversation, nothing more.”
Edi shifted but didn’t speak.
“And Friday night?” Adam pressed. “Security footage shows you at the ATM around six o’clock, the same time Sheila was leaving work.”
“I stopped to get cash on my way to the pub. I play darts there on Friday nights and needed money for drinks and the game buy-in.”
“Convenient.”
“It’s the truth.”
Adam gave a cold smile. “So, you just happened to be at the bank at the exact time your ex-girlfriend was leaving, and you had nothing to do with her death?”
“I had nothing to do with her death,” Tyler said firmly. “I was with friends when the body was found. You already know that. Robert and Sue were with me the entire time.”
“The body had been there for over twenty-four hours before it was discovered, which means Sheila was killed either Friday night or early Saturday. Where were you Friday night?”
“As I said, playing darts at the pub. There were at least a dozen people there who could verify that.”
Adam made a note. “And what time did you leave?”
“Around ten. Went straight home.”
“Alone?”
“Yes. Alone.” Of course, alone. Always alone.
“So, no one can verify your whereabouts after ten o’clock.”
This was exactly the problem. He had an alibi for most of the evening, but after he left the pub, no one could account for his time.
“What about Saturday?” Edi asked, her voice quiet but clear.
Tyler looked at her, grateful for the intervention. “I was at the shop. We open one Saturday a month for people who work during the week.”
“What time?” Edi asked.
“Seven thirty to three thirty. Robert was there the whole time. One of our part-timers was there too. We had customers in and out all day.”
“Can anyone verify you didn’t leave during that time?” Adam jumped back in.
“I already told you. We were there all day.”
“You and Robert?”
