Page 83 of Liar's Point

“And does it have a camera on it?”

His eyebrows tipped up. “A camera?”

“Yes, like a drone cam? Does it have a camera attachment that records video?”

“No.”

She felt a jab of disappointment. It had been a long shot, but she’d been hopeful about a possible camera. It was the reason she’d been so intent on locating this witness.

“I got some video on my phone, though,” he said.

“You did?”

“My dad gave my son the plane, so I took a video for him on the beach there.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and started scrolling through. “Don’t know what all’s on it, but you’re welcome to have a look.”

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

Nicole tried to apply lipstick while simultaneously searching for a parking space. Seeing nothing, she circled the block again.

“Pick up, Emmet,” she muttered at her phone.

It went to voicemail again.

“Damn it.”

She zipped the lipstick into her purse and grabbed her phone from the cup holder. This time she called Adam.

“Hello?”

Someone pulled out of a parking space, and she slammed on the brakes.

“Yes!” she said, switching on her blinker.

“Nicole?”

“Yeah, sorry, I’m talking to myself.” She drove past the space and shifted into reverse. “Hey, Adam, you happen to know where Emmet is? I’ve called him twice, but he’s not answering his phone.”

“Yeah.”

She whipped into the space and parked. It was ten after seven. She was already late.

“Adam? Is he with you or—”

“Yeah, we’re here at the station. He’s in the chief’s office. Wait, no. He just walked into the conference room.”

She waited for a car to pass and then shoved open the door. “Great. Could you put him on for me? I’m on my way to dinner and I need to talk to him real quick.”

“One sec.”

She grabbed her little black purse and got out. It was the same purse as last time, but tonight instead of wearing her sister’s dress, she was in her own clothes—a black miniskirt and black cashmere sweater, plus suede ankle boots that made her legs look longer. Not quite as eye-popping an outfit as last time, but at least she wouldn’t freeze her butt off walking to and from the restaurant.

“Hey, what’s up?” Emmet said, sounding distracted.

“I’ve been calling your phone.” She stepped onto the sidewalk, and the skinny heel of her boot snagged on a crack in the pavement. She pulled it free and then hurried down the sidewalk. “Emmet? You there?”

“Yeah, what is it?”