My cheeks burn with a thousand memories. “I don’t think I was his type.”

“And your sister? Was she his type?”

I curl my hands into fists under the table. “Who’s telling you all this? Is it Lena? God, she makes things up all the time. Or Jack? You know he’s lying. He’s always hated us, hated my dad—hated his own damned mother for leaving.”

Detective Levinson leans forward. “Listen, Tess. With this new discovery, you have to appreciate that we’re looking at any connections with Greg Lewis, however old. And in light of the suggestion that he instigated relationships with young girls. If he hurt you, or tried to hurt you—if he went after your sister…those are mitigating circumstances.”

Mitigating circumstances for what? They think I did it? What has Lena told them? I fold my arms. “I don’t remember what happened to Bella. I didn’t see Greg Lewis. I hadn’t seen him for a long time even before he disappeared. Can I go home now?”

“Okay. No problem. One more question before we let you go. How was your father’s relationship with Greg Lewis?”

“My dad?”

“Your stepmother left Mr. Lewis and moved in with your father. I’m assuming there was tension? With you all living so close?”

I shake my head. “No. It was fine.”

“He was fine with his partner leaving him and moving in with another man two miles down the road? So soon after losing their daughter?”

“Look, I’m not sure what you’re implying here…”

“I’m not implying anything. I’m asking—did Greg Lewis ever come to your house?”

“Not that I recall.”

He raises his eyebrows. “More memory loss?”

“No, not memory loss. It didn’t happen. There was no tension, no confrontation.”

Detective Levinson looks at the other detective sitting next to him, who hasn’t said a word.

“Okay, Tess, that’s it for now. We might have some more questions for you later, but for now…get some rest. You look like you need it.”

Chapter 20

Chapter 20