Laurel shook her head. “That’s up to Davie, of course, but he’s not obligated to be here and can leave any time.” She looked at the boy, who was now gulping down his drink. “I just need some help here, Davie. I think you have some answers that may help me find this killer.”

Davie wiped off his mouth. “Okay.”

Jason cleared his throat.

Davie hunched his shoulders. “I first want to apologize for swearing at you the other night. I was high.”

Jason groaned.

“That’s all right,” Laurel said. “Make it up to me now. Tell me how you found out that Sharon Lamber grew cannabis.”

He shrugged. “She hired Tommy and me to move some stuff around for her at the greenhouse, and we saw the plants. It wasn’t like she was hiding them or anything.” He scratched at a pimple on his neck. “She didn’t care if we took some—it was no big deal.” He looked at Haylee. “That’s all I know.”

Haylee patted his arm. “I believe you.”

“What about Tommy? He said his aunt was stupid,” Laurel said. The kid didn’t seem to have much respect for women. Or anybody.

Davie jerked. “Sharon wasn’t stupid. She was cool. Was fine with us just hanging out at the place, and she knew we took some of the pot. She didn’t care.”

She hit him with the next question. “Did you leave the greenhouse the last time you went there to get high? Tommy said he might’ve fallen asleep and you could’ve left.”

Davie rocked back.

Jason put a hand on the table. “They’re both good kids, Agent Snow. You’re barking up the wrong tree.”

She kept her gaze on the boy.

“No,” Davie said. “We were high but watched movies all day. I didn’t take a nap and neither did Tommy.”

She moved on to asking about the other victims and where he was during times of death.

“I don’t know.” His face twisted up. “Seriously. I was either at home, at school, hanging with Tommy, or at work. That’s pretty much my life.”

“Can anybody corroborate the times when you were home?” Laurel asked.

Davie’s face colored. “Not usually,” he muttered.

Nester popped into the doorway. “We finally got the remaining warrants.”

She nodded. “Thanks.”

Davie ducked his head. “Warrants for where? Because you don’t need one for my house. Feel free.”

Haylee perked up. “If one is for Sharon’s greenhouse, I’d love to look at it and identify plants for you.”

It sounded as if the woman wanted to buy the greenhouse. Nonetheless, her expertise would be beneficial. “Thanks,” Laurel said. She kept her focus on Davie. “Have you plowed or shoveled any of the homes in the Forest Ridge subdivision?”

Davie shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

Laurel looked at Jason.