Levi turned pale. Then he coughed. Okay. Honest emotions. “I was here asleep. Stayed in, ate some casserole my mom left, and went to bed early. Didn’t think I’d need an alibi.”

“When was the last time you saw or talked to Lori?” Jethro asked.

Levi jumped at the Brit’s interjection. “I don’t know. Maybe a couple of weeks ago? I ran into her at the farmers market and we were nice to each other. Cordial, I guess. It was the last market of the year and the place was packed, so we didn’t talk long.”

“Did you see anything suspicious? Like anybody hanging around or following her?” Angus sat up.

“No,” Levi said. “I didn’t notice anything like that.” His blue eyes softened. “I wish I had. Maybe I could’ve done something. Nobody deserves to die like that.”

Jethro tapped his fingers on his knee. “Do you have any idea of anyone who’d want to hurt her?”

“No. I already told the police that everyone loved Lori. Nobody would want her dead.” Levi shook his head. “It just doesn’t make sense. You said that you know who killed her. Who was it?”

Angus scratched the whiskers on his chin. “There was a serial killer who hurt people in the same way, but this scene was a little different, so I’m not absolutely sure. You’ve been a lot of help.” Not really, but what the hell. He stood. “Thank you, and I’m sorry for your loss.”

Jethro followed suit. “If you think of anything else, please call Angus.”

Angus grabbed a business card from his back pocket and scrawled his cell phone number on the back, considering he might not have an office any longer. “Yeah. Anything. You never know what might hit you. She could’ve said something, or maybe there’s something in the back of your head that will spark a memory. Just call me.”

Levi stood and took the card. “Okay. Thanks.”

Angus turned toward the open archway. “Oh. I almost forgot. Did Lori like dogs?”

Levi nodded. “She loved dogs. She grew up north on a bunch of land and had several animals as a kid. Big dogs, especially.”

“German shepherds?” Jethro asked.

“Probably. I don’t know,” Levi said.

That wasn’t much help. “Did she have a tattoo of a German shepherd on the back of her hand?” Angus asked, his skin prickling.

“Not when we were together, but we broke up a couple of months ago, so I wouldn’t know.” Levi tossed the business card on top of the magazines, his brows drawing together. “Now that you mention it, there might’ve been something weird. I didn’t think it was strange at the time, but . . . ” He turned and hustled into the kitchen, returning with a small stack of mail.

Angus barely kept from snatching the stack away. “What do you have?”