A Serial Affair. Natalie Dunbar
Vince Vanetti.” Tony rattled off a phone number.
Bent on verifying the alibi, Reed whipped out his cell phone and called the number. Identifying himself as a police officer, he asked about Tony and the card game, deliberately giving the wrong day. Vince, the man on the other end hesitated for moment, and corrected him. Tony had been at his house playing cards, passed out and ended up spending the night. Vince promised to come down to the station to sign a statement.
Reed switched off the phone. Lissa had thrown on a robe and was waiting while Marina copied the numbers and information off her airline ticket stubs. Afterward, Lissa gave Marina a slip of paper with her mother’s name and address printed on it.
“You got everything you need from us?” Tony asked, looking as if he’d sat on the sharp edge of a tack.
Reed closed his notebook. “Yeah, but we’ll be back if this stuff doesn’t check out.”
“It will,” Tony stormed. “Now get the hell out of our house.”
Reed stopped in the act of gathering his things to confront Tony. “Hey, you need to watch your language. We’re just doing our jobs and we’ve treated you with respect. We expect the same back. If it’s too hard for you to be civil enough for us to do our jobs here, we can all go down to the station. Understand?”
Tony turned red and his dark brows pulled together like thunderclouds, but his head dipped slightly in acknowledgment.
Reed and Marina made a dignified exit.
“Do you think Lissa did it?” Reed asked as they got into the car.
Marina cinched her seat belt. “No, but before Tony showed up, I was sure she was going to try to get in your underwear. I’m still checking out her alibi. She could have taken a quick flight back here, killed Elliot and gone back to Detroit. If her mother is elderly or sick, how would she know?”
Reed thought back to Lissa’s obvious anger with Elliot. Had it been enough for her to kill? And could she have killed Colton Edwards? He’d seen no signs of recognition in her facial expression. They were looking for a serial killer, but they had to make sure that none of the killer’s supposed victims had died by another hand.
“For a moment there, I thought you were going to pull a gun on Tony,” Marina said as they pulled away from the curb.
Reed kept his eyes on the road as he answered. “For a moment there, I thought I was going to have to.”
Marina stretched and yawned in the seat next to him. “It got pretty tense.”
“And you loved it,” he shot back, enjoying the banter between them and her presence beside him. “If I’d had to draw my gun, you’d have been right there with me.” He glanced away from the road to catch a glimpse of her soft berry-coated lips turning upward in response. Heat went through him like lightning. He’d always been a sucker for that smile. He jerked his gaze back to the road.
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