“My mom,” Levi said easily. “My parents own the town house. I just rent from them.” He pushed a stack of outdoor magazines to the side of the table. “What do you know about Lori’s murder?”

Guy went right for the issue, showing he wasn’t going to avoid it. Or maybe he just thought he was that much smarter than everyone else. Angus sat back in the surprisingly comfortable chair. “Not nearly as much as we want. It’d help me figure out what to ask if we started generally. How long did you two date?”

Levi lifted his chin and looked to the right. “I think about eight months? She moved in after three and we lived together for five.”

So far, indicators of truth. Angus nodded. “Why’d she move out? Any chance she was seeing somebody else?” Could lead to a suspect.

“By the end we hardly saw each other.” A barely perceptible whine elevated Levi’s tone. “She was so busy with her studies that she wasn’t any fun any longer.” He picked a thread from his sweats. “I also got busy at work and started hanging out with friends from the office, and she didn’t like that.”

In other words, he hung out with women from work. “I couldn’t care less if you cheated on her,” Angus stated quietly. “If anybody you were seeing had cause to harm Lori, I need those names.”

Levi rolled his eyes. “Nobody. I slept with a couple of chicks, but I didn’t share feelings or anything.”

Yeah. Douchebag. All right. “Where do you work?” Angus asked.

“I manage a series of apartment buildings and single-story residences,” Levi said.

Ah. So he worked for Mommy and Daddy. “Where did you and Lori meet?” Angus asked.

“At a bar. You know The Cottonwood over on Third Street? It was karaoke night, and that girl could sing.” Levi sighed, his chest sinking. “I can’t believe somebody killed her like that. Who would do that?”

Great question. “Tell me about the domestic violence calls,” Angus said evenly, keeping emotion at bay and trying to sound like a buddy just shooting the breeze.

Levi shrugged. “It was nothing. Really. We got into a couple of bad fights toward the end and there was shouting. Both of us yelled. The asshole neighbor to the right called the police, and both times the cops showed up and asked me to go somewhere else for the night. There was no violence, and nobody was arrested. It was all stupid, to be honest.”

That sounded like the truth, but sometimes sociopaths were good at sounding honest. They usually were. Angus didn’t get a bad vibe from the guy, but he was out of practice. “Where were you the other night? When Lori was slashed open and had her heart ripped out?”