“Please be more specific.” She refused to regurgitate information freely.
“Can you operate a sailboat? Can you tie a boat to a pier?”
Adrenaline spiked through her. “Yes.”
“Mr. Hastings’s wrists and ankles were tied using bowline knots—a sailing knot.” His insincere smile sent a shiver through her. “You work in a kink club, but you aren’t familiar with bondage knots. First, you tell us you don’t sail. Then, you admit you can operate a sailboat and tie a basic boating knot.” He paused. “It can’t be both, so which one is it, Ms. Reynolds?”
A trickle of sweat rolled down her back. He had done his homework. She knew exactly where he was headed with this line of questioning, and she swallowed down the bitter bile. “So, what? Lots of people can tie a bowline.”
“Have you ever taken your dad’s boat out without him?”
“No.”
“But you have access to it, don’t you?”
“I know where it’s docked, but I don’t have the keys.”
“Again, I’m guessing you have access to the keys.”
His comment was met with chilly silence.
“Ms. Reynolds, if you admit that Mr. Luck offered you money or bribed you with a relationship in exchange for assisting him in the murder of Mr. Hastings, you’ll be doing the right thing.”
Narrowing her gaze, she glared at him.
“My client did not have anything to do with the disappearance or the murder of Mr. Hastings,” Warren said.
“We are trying tohelpyou,” Beeker said. “Mr. Luck will throw you under the bus if given the opportunity.”
Wrong again.
“If you have no further questions for my client, we’re done.” Warren snapped his tablet shut.
She was innocent, but Detective Beeker had done a damn good job painting a very different picture.
Providence, Dakota, and Warren said nothing as they left the station.
In the parking lot, Warren said, “You did well in there. They’re looking pretty hard at both of you, but they don’t have enough evidence to make an arrest.”
“When my late wife was abducted, the police grilled the hell out of me.” Dakota slipped on his sunglasses. “I wasn’t worried then, and I’m not now.”
“I’m glad to hear you’re keeping it together,” Warren said. “I got word the M.E.’s findings will be out in the next few days. We’ll talk once we see Mr. Hastings’s tox report. Try to relax. I’ll be in touch.”
“Thanks for being here,” Providence said.
After shaking their hands, Warren headed toward his car. On the ride home, Providence didn’t say anything for most of the way.
“You’re quiet,” Dakota said as he turned into his neighborhood.
“My dad owns a sailboat.”
“So?”
“Beeker asked me if I could sail. The knots used on Matt were bowline knots, not BDSM knots.”
He clasped her hand. “We’re innocent.”
“They don’t think so.”
