“And what about after? What happened after you helped her?” Warren was now inches from his face.

“What do you mean? That was it.” He threw his hands up in frustration.

Warren suddenly backed off a bit and sighed.

“This woman,” he started as he pointed aggressively at her picture. “She showed up dead not long after she talked to you.”

A look of shock flashed across the man’s face. He looked up, narrowing his eyes.

“Are you accusing me of murder?” Heat rose to the surface of his skin as he grew angry at the realization. He threw his arms up yet again. “This is ridiculous!” he screamed. “Did my wife put you up to this?”

Warren scrunched his face as though confused. “Why would you think that?”

The man looked from Warren to Tara, scanning their faces, and then sighed.

“I don’t know. Maybe because she’s the only one who knew that I was staying at the cabin. How else would you’ve found me?” He muttered something angrily under his breath.

“What was that?” Warren asked as he leaned his ear in closer.

The man sighed again. “I said I wouldn’t be surprised if that bitch tried to pin something like this on me. She probably found out about Sherri,” he said, referring to the woman in the cabin. He crossed his arms. “I swear I had nothing to do with it. Check that convenience store. You’ll see I’m telling the truth.”

As Tara listened to his answers, her gut feeling only intensified. The man who sat in front of them wasn’t who they were looking for.

“Why’d you run then?” Warren asked.

The man sat quietly for a moment, and then he spoke. “Well, you saw the fight me and Sherri had. I don’t know, I thought she called the cops on me.”

***

Tara and Warren stood outside the interrogation room, looking in at Greg Davis through the one-way mirror. They stood silently, an awkwardness swirling around them until Tara couldn’t take it any longer.

“What do you think?” she asked.

Warren’s gaze stayed on the suspect as he responded. “I’m not sure. He’s clearly aggressive but he looked a bit too surprised when he realized why we were questioning him.”

“I agree,” Tara said. “We should check the convenience store.”

Warren nodded. “We’ll ask the sheriff to send some cops over to take a look, check the cameras.” He paused as his phone rang. He reached in his pocket and checked the caller ID. Tara could see that it was the medical examiner. They had been anxiously awaiting the results for the bows and arrows they brought in, and Tara knew it could only mean that they were ready.

Warren put the phone on speaker. “What’d you find?” he asked.

A woman’s voice came through. “I’m sorry to say, but it’s not the murder weapon.”

Warren’s face fell, but it only confirmed what both he and Tara already felt in their gut. “How do you know?” he asked.