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Authors: Kait Carson
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Richard. He was dead. She had no alibi.
In her rush, she hadn’t closed the bathroom door behind her. She looked up from where she knelt over the commode and saw Grant’s feet and legs in the doorway. “I swear. I don’t know who that guy is, the one on the Humboldt. I have no idea who he is.”
“There were witnesses, Hayden.”
Nine
Grant came into the small bathroom and helped Hayden struggle to her feet. He led her out to the living room and sat her down on the navy leather couch. The throbbing in her head was getting worse by the second. She thought she was going to vomit again. The harder she tried to get past the pain and into her memory, the worse the pounding got. Maybe she had gone there. She knew she woke up dripping wet at Faulkner. Maybe she had killed him. But why? And how?
Tears rolled down her cheeks. Grant touched her hand with gentle fingers.
“Maybe some tea will help?” he asked, his voice thick with kindness.
More than anything, she wanted someone to care about her right now. Hayden slumped down on the couch and buried her face in her hands. Bits and pieces of memory were returning and falling into place like an Internet puzzle game.
“I did cancel Richard,” she said, her voice muffled by her hands, “but now I remember, Kevin called. The call woke me. He wanted me to bring his stuff to Richard at the marina Saturday morning. His gear was too heavy for me to want to lift it into my Tahoe, and some of it was his desktop computer. Besides, I figured, why should I make it easy for him? I refused. Told him he could come himself.”
Hayden looked at the middle distance as she replayed the conversation in her mind, then she continued. “Kevin was angry. Said he wanted to dive on Saturday and I was messing him up as usual.” She omitted Kevin’s foul-mouthed yelling and accusations but his words still rang in her ears. “He said Richard was going to come Saturday sometime since I was being such a...” She winced. “You know what he called me. I waited for Richard all day Saturday after I got home. He never came.”
“Got home from where?”
Startled, Hayden realized she hadn’t told Grant about waking up at the marina, but he had to know. Where else could there be witnesses? Taking as deep a breath as the pain allowed, she blurted out the story in one sentence ending with, “But you already knew this.” Grant’s face remained professionally blank. His cop face she called it.
He nodded. “Hayden, your facts don’t add up. You canceled Richard, Kevin called you and said bring his effects to the marina, then he said Richard was coming on Saturday. You’re contradicting yourself. Think, Hayden, think. I need to know the sequence. And how your trip to the marina figures in.”
Taking a deep gulping breath, Hayden struggled to put herself back into Friday again. She saw Grant’s point. Still, that’s how she remembered it. She turned her face to her boss. “Okay, in bullet points then.” She smiled a painful smile. “Kevin called me at work and told me Richard would pick up his stuff.” Hayden put her index finger in the air. “Richard called to tell me he’d be over about seven at night.” She raised a second finger. “I got the migraine. I called Richard’s cell and canceled the meeting.” A third finger went into the air.
“How did you know it was a cell?” Grant interrupted.
Her three fingers still raised, Hayden said, “I didn’t, not really, but I thought it was because it sounded scratchy. Should I continue?”
At Grant’s nod she said, “Kevin called. He told me to bring the stuff to the marina on Saturday morning.” She raised her pinky finger. “I told him I had a migraine, and I wasn’t going, and his stuff was too cumbersome and heavy.” She raised her thumb making five points, leaving her right hand in the air. “He said Richard would come by on Saturday, pick up his stuff and take me to see the boat since I was such a weak flower.”
In her rush, she hadn’t closed the bathroom door behind her. She looked up from where she knelt over the commode and saw Grant’s feet and legs in the doorway. “I swear. I don’t know who that guy is, the one on the Humboldt. I have no idea who he is.”
“There were witnesses, Hayden.”
Nine
Grant came into the small bathroom and helped Hayden struggle to her feet. He led her out to the living room and sat her down on the navy leather couch. The throbbing in her head was getting worse by the second. She thought she was going to vomit again. The harder she tried to get past the pain and into her memory, the worse the pounding got. Maybe she had gone there. She knew she woke up dripping wet at Faulkner. Maybe she had killed him. But why? And how?
Tears rolled down her cheeks. Grant touched her hand with gentle fingers.
“Maybe some tea will help?” he asked, his voice thick with kindness.
More than anything, she wanted someone to care about her right now. Hayden slumped down on the couch and buried her face in her hands. Bits and pieces of memory were returning and falling into place like an Internet puzzle game.
“I did cancel Richard,” she said, her voice muffled by her hands, “but now I remember, Kevin called. The call woke me. He wanted me to bring his stuff to Richard at the marina Saturday morning. His gear was too heavy for me to want to lift it into my Tahoe, and some of it was his desktop computer. Besides, I figured, why should I make it easy for him? I refused. Told him he could come himself.”
Hayden looked at the middle distance as she replayed the conversation in her mind, then she continued. “Kevin was angry. Said he wanted to dive on Saturday and I was messing him up as usual.” She omitted Kevin’s foul-mouthed yelling and accusations but his words still rang in her ears. “He said Richard was going to come Saturday sometime since I was being such a...” She winced. “You know what he called me. I waited for Richard all day Saturday after I got home. He never came.”
“Got home from where?”
Startled, Hayden realized she hadn’t told Grant about waking up at the marina, but he had to know. Where else could there be witnesses? Taking as deep a breath as the pain allowed, she blurted out the story in one sentence ending with, “But you already knew this.” Grant’s face remained professionally blank. His cop face she called it.
He nodded. “Hayden, your facts don’t add up. You canceled Richard, Kevin called you and said bring his effects to the marina, then he said Richard was coming on Saturday. You’re contradicting yourself. Think, Hayden, think. I need to know the sequence. And how your trip to the marina figures in.”
Taking a deep gulping breath, Hayden struggled to put herself back into Friday again. She saw Grant’s point. Still, that’s how she remembered it. She turned her face to her boss. “Okay, in bullet points then.” She smiled a painful smile. “Kevin called me at work and told me Richard would pick up his stuff.” Hayden put her index finger in the air. “Richard called to tell me he’d be over about seven at night.” She raised a second finger. “I got the migraine. I called Richard’s cell and canceled the meeting.” A third finger went into the air.
“How did you know it was a cell?” Grant interrupted.
Her three fingers still raised, Hayden said, “I didn’t, not really, but I thought it was because it sounded scratchy. Should I continue?”
At Grant’s nod she said, “Kevin called. He told me to bring the stuff to the marina on Saturday morning.” She raised her pinky finger. “I told him I had a migraine, and I wasn’t going, and his stuff was too cumbersome and heavy.” She raised her thumb making five points, leaving her right hand in the air. “He said Richard would come by on Saturday, pick up his stuff and take me to see the boat since I was such a weak flower.”
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