“No.” Tommy looked at his brother. “I had no clue. That’s not something he would’ve told me. But how did he get there? Maybe those were some of the days he borrowed my truck? I don’t know. Crap. I really didn’t know he’d gone nuts.”

His mother patted his wrist. “Davie isn’t nuts. He just needed help and was smart enough to ask for it.” She looked up at Laurel, her body language not as rigid as before. “I don’t think Davie would’ve killed Sharon or anybody else. He might be angry sometimes, but he’s a good kid.”

Laurel didn’t move her focus. “Why did you lie to me, Tommy?”

Steve straightened and put a hand in front of his brother. “Don’t answer that. Tell me what you’re talking about, Agent Snow.”

Laurel waited several seconds until Tommy dropped his gaze from hers. “You said you didn’t have a gun. You did have a gun last summer, and you and Davie fired at a tree. Why would you lie about that?”

Steve stilled and looked from Tommy to Laurel. “My client does not own a gun.”

“I don’t,” Tommy said. “Really.”

“Did you take Mr. Brewerston to his doctor appointments when he was alive? To that same heart surgeon that helped your dad?” Laurel rapidly switched topics.

Tommy blinked. “Sometimes. I mean, not all the time but once in a while. The old guy was nice enough to give me a job at the architecture firm, and I liked him. I wish he wouldn’t have died.”

“And Davie went with you, didn’t he? Yet here you are, lying to me about a gun, when Davie told me the truth. Why is that, Tommy?” Laurel asked, ignoring Steve’s move to grab his briefcase. She couldn’t let them leave. “Tell me.”

Tommy vigorously shook his head. “No. Davie never went with me. Nobody did when I was driving Harvey to the heart doctor.”

Laurel inclined her head. Something had caught her attention. “Did you ever go to the appointments when you were not the driver?”

“Sure. I went several times, because afterward we’d go by different supply stores and I’d help load the truck.” He shrugged. “I liked the old man. He told really great stories.”

Laurel’s phone buzzed and she tugged it from her back pocket with her good hand. “Agent Snow,” she answered.

“It’s Abigail.” Her sister’s tone was stressed. “I’ve had three hang up calls today, and one just came in. I’m being threatened, and I’m headed your way. This is real, Laurel. You will help me.”

Laurel held up a finger to Tommy and stood. “I’ll be right back.” They weren’t finished. She almost had the full story. She hustled outside the doorway. “Where are you?”

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Six