“Now back to more plausible suspects.” Ianelli refocused on Conor. “We have a witness who saw Conor following Isa Dumont the other morning.”

Detective Jackson chimed in. “You were parked outside her residence, the one she used to share with Zoe Finch. She left the building, and you followed her.”

“Isa had something going on with Heath,” Conor said. “And I knew you were following me the whole time.”

“Still doesn’t look good.”

Conor rolled his eyes. “You can’t still think I’m your best suspect.”

“Why not? Because you’re a good liar?” Jackson’s frown furrowed his whole face. “We found short dark hairs in the front seat of Isa’s car and on the second body.”

“And?” Conor crossed his arms over his chest.

“You have short dark hair.” Jackson gave Conor’s head a knowing look.

Conor snorted. “So does half the city.”

“DNA will tell. It doesn’t lie.” Ianelli’s piercing black eyes locked on Conor.

“You don’t even have my DNA.” Conor straightened.

“Don’t we?” Ianelli shrugged.

Louisa put a hand on Conor’s forearm. “I think we should call Damian before we answer any more questions.”

Ianelli stood, brushing a wrinkle from his slacks. “Never mind. We’re leaving. We just thought you should know Isa Dumont had disappeared.”

“Wait. You didn’t ask us where we were when Isa was taken.” Louisa raised a finger. “You said she was last seen at seven, and her car was found at nine last night. You know Conor and I were both in the bar at that time. There was a policeman watching us all evening.”

“And we’re still watching you.” Jackson picked a dog hair from his jacket sleeve.

“Isa was taken from the parking lot?”

“We believe she was grabbed on her way back to her car,” Jackson answered. “But we’re not sure.”

“Then how would her attacker’s hair get in the front seat of her car?” Louisa asked. Were the police so determined to pin these crimes on Conor that they would ignore logic and facts? Or did they just want general information and were trying to intimidate her and Conor to get it?

“Maybe that’s where he waited for her.” Ianelli shrugged, but his brows dropped lower, shadowing his eyes. “Or he grabbed her after she got into the car. Lots of possibilities.”

“That makes no sense.” Conor shook his head. “If he left her car there, he’d need to have his own vehicle. He could hardly toss her over his shoulder and fireman-carry her away. Someone would notice. So if he had his own car, why would he bother to break into hers? He’d nab her while she was digging her keys out of her purse or unlocking the door.”

The police didn’t offer an opinion on Conor’s comment.