“Oglethorpe,” Sheriff Huggins said, pausing next to Charlie. “Savannah’s founding father.”

“Four minutes, gentlemen.” Annika perched herself against the corner of her desk.

Sheriff Huggins nodded to Charlie to take over. They were both hoping to catch the woman—who seemed to know the answers before the questions—off guard.

“How many times has Floyd Hollins purchased art from your gallery?”

“What?” Annika pushed herself off the desk. “I thought you came here to ask about Sydney?”

Deflection. “We’re here to investigate Sydney’s murder. So, you know Floyd Hollins?”

Annika’s brows pinched. “No.”

“Did you know that Sydney was seen coming out of your gallery the day before she was killed? She was carrying a package. It had Floyd Hollins’s address on it. You don’t know anything about that?”

“I had no idea Sydney was here. I was in a meeting.”

“And you still claim you don’t know Floyd Hollins? He’s not a customer of yours?”

“As far as I know, I’ve never sold a painting to anyone named Floyd Hollins.”

“And you can’t think of a reason why Sydney Donovan would have a package with his address on it?”

“No.”

“Did Floyd Hollins ever purchase any of Sydney’s art?”

“I don’t know.”

“Can you give us the names of customers who’ve purchased Sydney’s art?”

“Why do you need that information?” Annika eyed Sheriff Huggins.

“One of your artists was murdered. A day after she was seen leaving your gallery with a package addressed to Floyd Hollins.” Charlie was growing impatient. “One of your buyers could be the killer.”

“And you believe Floyd Hollins might be that killer?”

“Or Marco Solis,” Sheriff Huggins offered quietly.

Annika’s eyes narrowed but not before Charlie caught her eyes round slightly when Sheriff Huggins said the name. Annika knew him.

“Is that name supposed to mean something to me?” she asked.

“Does he purchase a lot of art?” Charlie watched Annika’s fingers rub the beaded necklace on her neck. Nervous. “I imagine his love of art grew while he served his time at Coastal State Prison.”

Annika glared at him. “Background checks are not a part of my business, Deputy. If someone wants to buy art, who am I to stop them?”

“All we want are the names of buyers who purchased Sydney’s art.”

“I’m not at liberty to give you that information.”

“Why not?”

“Privacy, Deputy Lynch.” Her tone dripped with condescension.

“We’d appreciate your cooperation, Ms. Benedict.” Sheriff Huggins stepped forward and placed a hand on Charlie’s shoulder.