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something to her?”
He was speechless. How could she even think something like that about him?
“Kristi, you know I’d never hurt anyone. Not even Liza.” He hoped his tone was reassuring. “The last I saw of her, she was definitely alive. She was in her car and leaving the place.”
She sighed deeply. “I’m sorry, Wes. Those detectives just seemed so sure you did something and they nearly had me convinced. I didn’t know what else to think.”
“It’s okay. Suspicion is part of their job.” He let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.
“I suppose you’re right. They told me they were headed to see you, so maybe they’ll tell you why you’re a suspect.”
“Probably, but I hope they won’t take me in for questioning. They like to hold people in there for several hours before they even come into the room and start talking.”
“Don’t they only do that when checking your story? I mean, they told me she’s been missing since the last time we saw her so it only makes sense that there’s been some sort of investigation going on for about a month.”
He thought a moment. “Yeah. That would make sense. Still, I’d rather they question me here at home.”
The doorbell sounded, followed by an insistent knocking. “I guess the detectives are here now.” He stood and made his way to the front door. “I’ll call you back as soon as I can.”
“Tell them I have dinner waiting for you.”
He chuckled. “Do you think it’ll work?”
“It’s worth a try.”
He opened the door and waved Detectives Taylor and Franks into his house.
“Okay, I’ll try. Call you soon.”
He closed the door and turned toward his guests as he put his phone in his pocket.
* * * * *
He was two hours late, but Kristi kept a plate warm for him. She wanted to call and find out if the detectives had taken him in but he’d promised to call her. So she waited, trying to watch TV to make the time go by faster.
It wasn’t working. Every few minutes, she’d glance at the clock again, wondering once more how the police could possibly think Wes was involved in Liza’s disappearance. It didn’t make any sense. But then, other than her feelings for him, not much had made sense since they’d met.
She’d just headed for the kitchen to put his plate in the refrigerator when she heard him on the porch. He rapped lightly as she opened the door to let him in.
“Well, that was an experience I don’t want to repeat,” he said as he went to the sofa to sit.
“I’ve been wondering how long they planned to question you.”
He looked worn. “They left just before I came here. I think they may have followed me but I don’t care. I have nothing to hide.”
She headed to the kitchen, this time to warm his dinner in the microwave. “I saved you a plate of stroganoff. You’re probably starved by now.”
“Yes!” He sprung from the sofa and followed her. “I’m surprised I haven’t lost ten pounds.”
She chuckled. “I think you’ll like this one. It’s delicious, if I do say so myself.”
“You’re becoming a very good cook, you know? I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
“Yeah, because you get to eat everything I make.”
“Ah, yes. A man’s work is never done.” He rubbed his belly as they shared a quiet laugh.
Moments later, Kristi placed his dinner on the table in front of him, smiling as she watched him relish every bite. Once he was finished, she sent him back to the living room, then swiftly washed his dishes.
She returned and sat next to him, eager to continue their previous conversation.
“So, tell me why the police think you’re involved in this mess.”
He hesitated. “When I talked to Liza that last time, she pointed that gun at her chest and I took it from her and held it off to the side. I didn’t realize it right away, but I’d put my finger on the trigger. I tossed it next to the dumpster. That’s the only thing they have on me but the forensics showed that
He was speechless. How could she even think something like that about him?
“Kristi, you know I’d never hurt anyone. Not even Liza.” He hoped his tone was reassuring. “The last I saw of her, she was definitely alive. She was in her car and leaving the place.”
She sighed deeply. “I’m sorry, Wes. Those detectives just seemed so sure you did something and they nearly had me convinced. I didn’t know what else to think.”
“It’s okay. Suspicion is part of their job.” He let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.
“I suppose you’re right. They told me they were headed to see you, so maybe they’ll tell you why you’re a suspect.”
“Probably, but I hope they won’t take me in for questioning. They like to hold people in there for several hours before they even come into the room and start talking.”
“Don’t they only do that when checking your story? I mean, they told me she’s been missing since the last time we saw her so it only makes sense that there’s been some sort of investigation going on for about a month.”
He thought a moment. “Yeah. That would make sense. Still, I’d rather they question me here at home.”
The doorbell sounded, followed by an insistent knocking. “I guess the detectives are here now.” He stood and made his way to the front door. “I’ll call you back as soon as I can.”
“Tell them I have dinner waiting for you.”
He chuckled. “Do you think it’ll work?”
“It’s worth a try.”
He opened the door and waved Detectives Taylor and Franks into his house.
“Okay, I’ll try. Call you soon.”
He closed the door and turned toward his guests as he put his phone in his pocket.
* * * * *
He was two hours late, but Kristi kept a plate warm for him. She wanted to call and find out if the detectives had taken him in but he’d promised to call her. So she waited, trying to watch TV to make the time go by faster.
It wasn’t working. Every few minutes, she’d glance at the clock again, wondering once more how the police could possibly think Wes was involved in Liza’s disappearance. It didn’t make any sense. But then, other than her feelings for him, not much had made sense since they’d met.
She’d just headed for the kitchen to put his plate in the refrigerator when she heard him on the porch. He rapped lightly as she opened the door to let him in.
“Well, that was an experience I don’t want to repeat,” he said as he went to the sofa to sit.
“I’ve been wondering how long they planned to question you.”
He looked worn. “They left just before I came here. I think they may have followed me but I don’t care. I have nothing to hide.”
She headed to the kitchen, this time to warm his dinner in the microwave. “I saved you a plate of stroganoff. You’re probably starved by now.”
“Yes!” He sprung from the sofa and followed her. “I’m surprised I haven’t lost ten pounds.”
She chuckled. “I think you’ll like this one. It’s delicious, if I do say so myself.”
“You’re becoming a very good cook, you know? I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
“Yeah, because you get to eat everything I make.”
“Ah, yes. A man’s work is never done.” He rubbed his belly as they shared a quiet laugh.
Moments later, Kristi placed his dinner on the table in front of him, smiling as she watched him relish every bite. Once he was finished, she sent him back to the living room, then swiftly washed his dishes.
She returned and sat next to him, eager to continue their previous conversation.
“So, tell me why the police think you’re involved in this mess.”
He hesitated. “When I talked to Liza that last time, she pointed that gun at her chest and I took it from her and held it off to the side. I didn’t realize it right away, but I’d put my finger on the trigger. I tossed it next to the dumpster. That’s the only thing they have on me but the forensics showed that
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