Page 77 of A Curse On Black Lake
I groan and drop the gun, spinning it back around to rest between my shoulder blades. I’m not even sure how I did that so fast.
My shoulders drop, and I scan Wyatt. “Sheriff,” I mumble and lean back down to cut more oregano.
“Ms. Greer, I was wondering if you could answer a few more questions for me?” he asks.
I stand back up and toss the herbs. “What other questions could you possibly have for me?” I ask him. I’m done with the Southern hospitality. I don’t want him here, and he still gives me an uneasy feeling. Maybe it’s the grief, maybe it’s because I can’t pin him down. All I know is I want him off my land.
“Well, I wanted to talk to you without my guard dog cousin telling you what to say,” he says.
I huff and lift my hat from my head so he can see my eyes. “Killian didn’ttellme to say anything.”
Be careful, child.The Spirits tell me.
“So when did you two start seeing each other?” he asks.
“Why do you need to know?” I snap back while running through my mind what we told him earlier. The last thing Killianneeds is for either of us to be caught in a lie. It will surely make him look guilty, and I’ll be an accessory after the fact.
“I’m trying to establish a better timeline,” he says, staring at me a little too hard.
My hands shake, so I focus on harvesting the rest of my oregano, hoping he doesn’t notice. I get a whiff of peppermint, willing it to calm me down. “Our relationship isn’t anyone’s business. Especially in this damn town where everyone knows everything,” I say, hoping he takes that as an answer. I don’t remember what I said to him.
You said you’ve been seeing each other for a few months.The Spirits say.
“Well, in this case, it is,” Wyatt pushes.
I sigh and snip a couple of stems. “We’ve been seeing each other for a few months, happy?” I snarl.
“That’s surprising to me because Killian didn’t say a word about it.”
I toss the herbs again and move down to the mint with the next basket. Sweat gathers at my spine, and it’s not because it’s hot. “Maybe because it was none of your business,” I mutter.
“So before he found the woman on his property?” Wyatt asks.
He’s already asked these questions, so why is he asking them again?
“It would seem that way, wouldn't it?” I say with as much attitude as I can infuse into my tone. I shouldn’t be trying to piss off the Sheriff, but old habits die hard. I know what the town thinks of me, so why would I think he believes anything different? I noticed the way looked at me while I was sitting on Killian’s lap. He was a cross between disgusted and deeply confused. Well, he can bite me.
“And would you say you’re serious?” he asks.
That makes me pause. Why in the world would that matter for amurderinvestigation? I force myself to continue snipping thestems of the mint without giving myself away. These questions are freaking me out.
“Very, I’d say we’re nearly in love,” I mumble.
He’s silent for a moment. I glance up under the brim of my hat, and nothing but shock covers his face until his expression goes serious.
“Did you find fresh evidence?” I ask him point blank.
He remains impassive, and that pisses me off.
He ignores my question and fires one back. “And where were you this morning?” he asks.
I stand up and glare at him. “Why?” I ask.
“I came by earlier and no one seemed to be home,” he says.
My throat tightens, and my heart thuds in my chest.This feels wrong.
“I must have still been asleep,” I tell him. My gut tells me not to tell him where I was.
