“Can you prove this? Your friendship?”

“Yeah, I can. I knew who her friends were or at least the people she was with a lot. One of them was a cop.” Jesse juts up his chin and raises his eyebrows.

“You mean Officer Scott Summers, her husband?” Sheriff Stevens shifts in his seat and places his elbows on the table. The room is silent, while the two stare at one another. Jesse doesn’t really move. He simply stares. My phone buzzes over and over and over and over. I stop paying attention to Jesse and Sheriff Stevens and pull out my phone. I have four texts from Anne. I open them up.

Adam had a redhead over today. Not sure who she is, but I’ll find out.

Adam spent $10,000 at a mattress and bedding store.

Apparently, she’s a reporter.

Adam has made twenty-two phone calls to twenty-two different phone numbers in the past twenty-four hours.

I finish reading through Anne’s text messages and try to refocus my attention back on Sheriff Stevens and Jesse Hook. The mood seems to have shifted during my inattentiveness—shifted to what, I’m not exactly sure. But it has.

I know I told Anne to keep an eye on Adam. However, she’s gotten so close it’s making me uncomfortable. The number of calls. I said I wanted to know everything—but how much is too much? And this redhead he’s hired to help him… ugh, Adam, once again, is hiding things from me. Would I expect anything less? No. Not even in the slightest. This is exactly why I have Anne making sure he’s being watched at all times. I don’t need any other surprises like Jesse here. I shift my focus to the interrogation room.

“And did you ever see Officer Scott Summers harm Kelly Summers?”

“Like verbally or physically?”

“Both. Kelly has mentioned to several people that he had harmed her both physically and verbally. Can you deny or confirm that?” he asks.

Jesse pauses, looking around and then back at Sheriff Stevens. “He was abusive, both physically and verbally. I witnessed both.”

“Did you ever see Kelly with Adam Morgan?”

“Yes, I did,” Jesse says.

My phone buzzes again. I look down at it and see another text message from Anne.

Bob is asking for you. He seems pissed… as per usual.

I text her back quickly:

I’ll be there this afternoon.

The door opens, stealing my attention. I look up for a moment and return my concentration back to the interrogation room when I realize Deputy Hudson has entered. I really can’t deal with him right now. “To what do I owe the pleasure, deputy?” I don’t turn to look at him.

“Oh, we are starting with pleasantries?”

“Fine. What the fuck are you doing here?”

He smiles. “That’s better. Oh, I’m just here for a little entertainment is all.”

“Entertainment?”