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“You called it in?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Why are you here?”
I hesitated, exchanging a look with Layne.
“We came to meet her.”
“Why? How do you know her?”
I came here to talk about her daughter who might or might not have killed herself because of a sadistic psychopath, who is also a serial killer, but he only poisons them with mercury.
Yeah, that sounded ridiculous even in my head.
“I came to talk about her daughter—”
“Sheriff Bricks, you need to see this,” said a tall man in a white coat that looked closer to yellow. Must be the coroner.
“I’ll be right there, Doctor Hill.” Vincent looked at me with a sigh. “You can leave for now, but you need to come down to the station to give witness statements. I’ll call you when we’re done here. Stay in town.”
I threw a look in one last time before I left with Layne.
“Diya… Do you think he’s watching us? Right now?” Layne asked as we walked out. “Ugh. I need my fucking tools.”
I fingered the bottles in my pockets.
“I came prepared,” I said, pulling out a syringe, and handing it to her. “Just in case.”
“What should we do now?”
“Eat, and then think about what we’ll say to Vincent.”
“Why not the truth? You don’t trust him?” Layne asked.
“I don’t know. Well, I think he’s a good man, but…”
“Yeah, I know,” she said. “Trust is a luxury.”
I rubbed my stomach. “Let’s go get something to eat, and then think.”
Layne nodded as we walked toward Mia’s Gravy.
“Oh, and Dee…”
“Yes?”
“Can we talk about Asher?”
“Is this the time?” I asked with a wince.
“No, but it’s going to get even more wild from here on out. So…” She tilted her head.
“What about him? Don’t tell me I like him. I don’t.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Good.”
