“Warren Jorgenson is another suspect. He’s a member of the bike club and has nothing but bad things to say about Brown and Emily. Plus, he has a history of violence. His ex-girlfriend took out a PPO against him.”

I paused dramatically. Still no response from the other side of the table.

“And there are two other possibilities. Lindy said a man on a bright yellow bike had been riding past their house right before Brown was killed, and you know how they’re in the middle of nowhere. It kind of creeped her out.”

Ash half nodded. “The other possibility?”

“At the bike club, someone said there was a guy who’d ridden with them that Brown wasn’t happy to see. Unfortunately, no one could come up with a name, other than that it maybe started with the letter A.”

Even as I talked, I realized how ridiculous it sounded. I should have led with that possibility, as it was definitely the weakest. But even with that, Ash and Hal looked just the same as they had when I’d started talking. Like two blank walls.

Tabitha shoved her chair back, its feet screeching horribly on the linoleum floor. “I don’t know why we bothered.”

Hal sighed. “Honey, there are reasons I can’t—”

“Can’t what?” she snapped. “Listen to points of view different from your own? What’s that you always say, that all avenues will be investigated?” She scoffed. “Seems to me you’re cutting off your nose to save your ‘I’m the male professional and you’re the interfering female amateur’ face. You know perfectly well I’m smarter than you and always have been.”

“Smart isn’t everything,” Hal said, and though I agreed with him one hundred percent, I wasn’t sure his timing for saying so was wise.

“Have I ever said it was?” Tabitha asked, yanking on her gloves. “But it seems to me that, for once in your life, you might listen to your wife sooner rather than later.”

The three of us watched her go. I glanced at Ash, who looked as puzzled as I felt. Hal’s face, however, was studiously blank. There was clearly something going on between wife and husband that wasn’t being discussed out loud.

I stood. “Um, I’ll go after her. Talk to you later?”

Ash nodded, but Hal was already on his way out of the room, headed back to his office.

Outside, I caught up with Tabitha about half a block away. “Are you okay?”

Tabitha looked over her shoulder, at what I wasn’t sure, but her stare had an Eddie-like quality, one that, if focused a bit more tightly, would bring about fiery explosions. “They didn’t hear a word,” she said fiercely. “They weren’t listening. They didn’t want to hear anything we said.”