“No,” he said, glancing at his phone. “But if you have connections there, I’d love to get that contract. We’d do a good job.”

Haylee nodded.

“Davie, did you know that Sharon Lamber was having an affair with a cardiac surgeon?” Laurel asked.

“Yeah. Tommy told me.” Davie grimaced. “She was a nice lady, but that probably was a dumb move. Did he kill her?”

So far, Laurel had been unable to find Dr. Keyes, which was rare in this day and age. “Did you ever see them together?”

“No.” He drank the rest of his coffee.

Jason stood. “I have to go plow those businesses before it snows again. Hay? Do you have things here?”

Haylee nodded. “Yeah. I’ll see you at home.”

He clenched Davie’s shoulder. “You’ve got this, Bud. See you later.” Then he looked at Laurel. “He didn’t do anything wrong and neither did Tommy. I hope they help you with your investigation, but please stop treating them as suspects and don’t send uniformed police officers after them again.”

Davie nodded.

“You didn’t come in when you said you would,” she reminded him.

He flushed. “My mom couldn’t make it, and I didn’t want to come alone.”

Haylee grasped his arm again. “You can always ask us. We’re here for you.”

Laurel pushed a legal notepad across the table along with a pen. “I need you to think back for the last three weeks to where you were every day and night. Sometimes going in chronological order helps with memory.”

With a long-suffering sigh, Davie took the pen and started writing, chewing on his lip at the same time.

Jason moved into the hallway, running right into Abigail Caine. He stepped back. “I’m so sorry. Are you all right?”

Abigail wobbled and then nodded, brushing her hair away from her face.

What the heck was she doing at the office?

Jason sidestepped her, waved at Haylee through the window, and hurried down the hallway.

Abigail turned to watch him go, her gaze dropping the distance it would take to check out his butt.

Haylee frowned and partially rose from the chair. Abigail turned and caught Laurel’s gaze through the window before coming to stand in the doorway behind Davie. “Laurel, I need to speak with you. Right now.”

Davie jolted and dropped the pen. “Dr. Caine?”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six

Laurel stiffened. What in the world?

Davie turned his head to look at the doorway and then shook it. “Oh. Sorry. Your voice, I mean, I thought you were somebody else.” He looked back at Laurel. “Sorry.”