Page 69 of Coveted Justice

Nice and vague. Logan wasn’t going to get anywhere here. Drew was stonewalling.

“How would you say that you and your father got along? Pretty well most of the time?”

“Great. Dad and I got along great. We didn’t have a lot in common but that was okay. Different generations, you know?”

“You and your dad had an argument a few weeks ago. What was it about?”

An irritated look passed over Drew’s features.

“I’ve already discussed this with the sheriff. It wasn’t a big deal. Families argue. It doesn’t mean we didn’t love each other.”

“It wasn’t about money?”

Drew’s chin jutted out, his eyes narrowing.

“I said that it wasn’t a big deal, and it wasn’t. It blew over the minute it was done.”

What the hell? This guy didn’t like Logan anyway.

“He didn’t care that he was supporting you financially?”

Drew stood, glowering down at Logan.

“No, he didn’t care. He believed in me and he believed in my new business. He offered me money but as I said, I didn’t need it. Look, if you’re trying to go after me for my dad’s murder, you’re going to be disappointed. I have an ironclad alibi. I was in Chicago. I loved my dad, and I never would have hurt him. Now I think it’s time for you to leave.”

“I’m sure the sheriff will be confirming that.”

“I’m sure he will.”

Logan stood as well, since there wasn’t much more to discuss. Drew Parnham wasn’t going to give him any more information. “I appreciate your time today. I just have one more question. Do you know anyone that would have wanted to hurt your father? Who would you suspect?”

A smile bloomed on Drew’s face.

“That bitch Abby, of course. They fought like cats and dogs all the time. She only married him for his money, you know. I heard she’s on the run, and I’m not surprised. It’s the action of a guilty person who doesn’t want to go to jail.”

“We don’t have any evidence that Abby did this.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Drew replied, his tone dismissive. “She’ll be out of our lives forever very soon. As soon as the deed to the house is transferred to my sister and me, we’re going to kick her ass out on the streets with only what she came into the marriage with. Which was basically nothing. I’d rather donate the clothes, cars, and jewelry than see her with it all. I hope she’s homeless when this is all over.”

Drew wasn’t bothering to hide his contempt and hatred. Abby better beware because this guy was out for blood.

“You might want to check with your attorney before you give away Abby’s possessions. The court might say that they were gifts from your father, and that you can’t take them back.”

“What’s she going to do? Sue me? She won’t be able to afford a lawyer.”

Drew was laughing as if he’d made a funny joke.

Frankly, Logan still hadn’t scratched the man off of the suspect list. He’d talk to Sam about whether the alibi had been confirmed, but he’d also check the traffic cameras around Drew’s house that night.

Just in case.

The tension was high in the campaign office. Amanda and Josh hadn’t said much to each other, but since they worked together they couldn’t exactly avoid one another either. They sat across from each other, their heads down over their computers. Amanda was drafting thank you letters, and Josh was working on the donor database.

She’d made a coffee run first thing in the morning, and Josh had happily accepted his beverage and said thank you. But he hadn’t said much more. It was slightly…maddening. It was now almost lunchtime, and it was becoming a bit awkward. Normally, they ate lunch together, chatting and having fun like the old friends that they were. Today? She wanted to run screaming from the office just to blow off some of the oppressive tension but that would probably raise a few eyebrows.

She simply couldn’t get their kiss out of her mind. She’d been thinking about it almost every single second since it happened. She’d barely slept last night. Had he? Did he even remember?

“I’m going to get some lunch,” Josh announced abruptly, standing up and stretching. “What are you in the mood for?”

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