“I’m not taking anything hard,” I snarl, reaching into my bag and pulling out the notebook. I scan the calendar and say, “What happened on January 7?”

He lets out a laugh. “Well, that was the day I was wearing the red Aeropostale shirt.” When I scowl at him, he throws up his hands. “How should I know, Hail? It was a long time ago!”

“It was the day after the movies,” I prompt. “Sunday.”

He thinks, then hitches a shoulder. “I don’t know. Let me think on it. I’ll file a full report in the morning, officer.”

I ignore the attempt at humor. “When did we have sex? That day?”

He shakes his head. “No. That was later. I don’t know the date.”

I throw the notebook into the center console and shift out of Park. “Well, think. Please.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m serious.” The sun is so bright against the snow that I wish I had my sunglasses. I look over at him and see starbursts. I’m getting a headache. “You will, right?”

He mumbles, “Yeah. Sure.”

I don’t know if he really means it. I can tell he’s getting annoyed with me, but I don’t care. I pull out onto the main road and gun it through the slush. My Jeep starts to rattle and whoosh with the wind so I have to yell, “What are you moping about now?”

“I’m pissed that you have absolutely no recollection of our mind-blowing time together, so yeah, I’m moping,” he yells back.

I give him an annoyed look. “You know what I’ve been thinking?”

“About how much you want a repeat performance?”

I cringe. “Can you stop being a total horndog and focus? I was thinking about the shed.”

He lets out a sigh. “Right. Of course. Why think of your living boyfriend when you can think of your dead one?”

“Stop. I’m not your girlfriend. What—”

“Because you don’t want to be.”

I huff. “Let’s not talk about that now. Listen. Do you think we can go by the police station? I want to talk to Nina’s dad.”

Without waiting for an answer, I start heading there. It’s around the corner from the church, so it would be a wasted opportunity not to.

“What do you expect he’ll tell you?”

“Declan hated going into that shed when he had to mow the lawn. He used to tell me that the chemicals made his eyes water. He avoided it at all costs.”

“Yeah, well, apparently he didn’t avoid it that day,” Kane says, looking out the window. He starts to play with the frayed edge of the soft top.