“I can’t say.”
“Okay, then who dropped off the box of chocolates at Avery’s place?”
“I don’t know.”
“You do know. I have proof you bought the chocolate.” Jason threw the receipt on the table. “I went back to the chocolatier, and he checked his video for the time and date on the receipt.”
“I did it as a favor for a friend,” Ivanna said. “And there’s no proof the box I bought was the one Avery got.”
She got him there, but he wasn’t going to give her an inch. “Then there’s no harm telling me who you bought the chocolate for.”
“I can’t say.”
“I can. It’s Larry Leach.”
Her eyes flickered with a look of relief. She smiled. “Nope.”
“Oops, I was wrong. You got me there. I bet it’s Richie Overton. These are more his style.”
Again, she gave a confident shake of her head. “Wrong again. I don’t even know Richie.”
“Tatiana Renzi. It’s a woman!”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re getting colder.”
“Trent Gallagher?”
“Hey, wait, you’re just going down the list of suspects and guessing.”
Took her long enough to catch on.
“Oh, shit. You’re right. I meant to say Harvey Leach. I got it.” He snapped his fingers like he’d won the lottery.
Her face paled, and she swallowed before she set her jaw tight. “I’ve nothing to say.”
It was Harvey. He could taste it. But it still didn’t mean Harvey was the blackmailer. He could have asked Ivanna to run an errand for Larry, or even for his father.
Some people were too important to go shop for gourmet chocolate truffles.
After Ivanna was returned to jail, Jason interrogated Saul. He started by warming him up with innocuous questions.
“Can you explain why the poisoned quill ended up in Mrs. Bonet’s purse?” Jason asked.
“No idea. I didn’t even know what stabbed Avery.”
“What exactly were you doing when Avery was stabbed?”
“Showing pictures from my camera.”
“What pictures? Do you remember?”
“Candids from the fashion show,” Saul replied.
“What happened to the memory card?”
“I don’t know.”
“You sure that’s your answer?” Jason asked. “What’s on it that you’re protecting?”