Hometown Detective. Jennifer Morey
minutes later, Kendra drove up and parked. She saw him before she got out, shock registering before she smiled. She smiled a lot. Her sunny disposition had infected him for sure.
He headed across the street.
“You’re going to scare her standing out here like a stalker,” she said.
“At least she’ll be expecting us.”
He experienced a flare of attraction when he noticed she wore another sexy pantsuit.
“What’s the matter?” she asked. “You look mad.”
Mad? Hungry might be a better word. “Don’t make me start smoking again.” Passing her, he walked to the house.
“How would I make you smoke again? You smoked?” She eyed him as though he didn’t fit the stereotype. “When did you quit?”
“Six months ago. I only want to smoke when I get agitated. You made me stay and take your case.”
“At least you’re calling it a case now.” She winked at him, infecting him more.
Stopping at the door, he rang the bell as he absorbed her beautiful profile, lips still curved smugly.
Blaire Bancroft answered the door. “Kendra.” She turned curious eyes to Roman.
“Hi, Blaire. This is Roman Cooper. He’s the private detective I hired to look into Kaelyn’s death. Would you mind telling him everything you told me?”
So Kendra had planned to trick him into coming here. Of course she would have already talked to her.
“Oh.” Her frown told Roman she didn’t understand the need. “Sure. Come in.”
Before arriving here, Roman had asked an analyst at DAI to look into everyone close to Kaelyn. Blaire and Kaelyn had gone to school together and had both married out of high school. Blaire had stayed in Chesterville. Her husband worked as a mechanic at a local garage and she stayed home with their kids. They’d waited and had them later in their thirties. Kaelyn had left town when her winner of a man dragged her to another town.
Roman entered behind Kendra, and then stood beside her in the small foyer. Blaire’s toddler played on an old, faded rug in front of a television in the small living room. The scuffed wood floor needed refinishing. Through a wide archway, the kitchen looked messy. Breakfast dishes remained on the table and the counters needed a scrubbing. Busy mom.
“How are you?” Blaire asked Kendra. “I hear your shop is doing amazing. I’ve been meaning to stop in.” She glanced at the toddler, who threw a stuffed monkey in the air and then sat transfixed by the Sesame Street episode. “I hate taking him in public, though.”
Kendra laughed a little. “I can see you have your hands full. We won’t take up much of your time. Roman just has a few questions for you.”
Roman loved how she unabashedly volunteered him.
“All right. Sorry for the mess. I was just about to start cleaning the kitchen. It took me a while to get him to settle down.” She thumbed over toward her child.
“How close were you with Kaelyn?” Roman asked, a standard first question.
Blaire glanced at Kendra as though surprised she hadn’t told him. “Very. We were best friends through school and after.”
“You remained close after school? After you were both married?” That would be important if Kaelyn revealed something no one singled out as significant.
“Yes. We talked on the phone a lot and I saw her when she came back to Chesterville, which she did quite often. Her husband only trusted her to go see her mom.” She shook her head with a slight roll to her eyes. “Weird that he’d let her do that but not go out with friends when she was home. Kaelyn must have been able to snow him for once. He must have believed her.”
“Tell Roman about how you suspected Kaelyn was having another affair aside from the one she had with Jasper,” Kendra said.
Blaire looked from him to her, taking some time to think. “I wasn’t really suspicious. One time, she came over and had to leave early. I noticed she seemed anxious. I thought she must have had another fight with her husband, but she said she had another stop to make before she had to get back to her mother’s. I asked her where she was going and she wouldn’t say. She just changed the subject.”
Kaelyn must not have shared the part about the second lover with anyone. Roman supposed he should have sat down with Kendra before coming here and allowed her to explain all she knew so far. Or make sure she did. She’d held out on him, probably for this reason, to get him here and to get him much more curious about the case.
What about Jasper? Kaelyn must have known Jasper could take care of himself. But then, she must have been having this affair here in Chesterville at the same time, so why tell him? And if her husband didn’t trust her with anyone but her mother, she must have been very sneaky to avoid detection.
“When did you last see her?” Roman asked.
“Oh, about two weeks before she died. I spoke with her the day before, though. She told me Jasper broke things off and she was pretty upset over that.”
“Did she talk about her husband?” Roman asked.
“No, not that time.”
“But she did previously,” Kendra said, guiding the direction of the questioning.
“The time before that, when she came to Chesterville, we met for lunch and she had a bruise on her lip,” Blaire said. “I had already suspected her husband was knocking her around. She tried to cover the bruise with makeup but I noticed. I’ve never seen her so low as she was then. She talked about wanting to close her eyes and not wake up so she wouldn’t have to go home to him. She scared me. I didn’t want to leave her alone, but she insisted.”
“Don’t you think it’s possible her husband killed her?” Kendra asked.
“Oh, I’m sure he would have, eventually.”
“Did she ever talk about leaving him?” Roman asked.
“Well, sure. All the time. But it was more like a daydream. I think she was too scared to try.”
“Jasper told her he’d help,” Kendra said.
“And he also told her he wouldn’t be with her. If she was having an affair with someone else who frightened her as much or more than her husband, she didn’t have much to look forward to.”
Roman agreed that only supported her suicide. “You think she killed herself?”
“It’s what the police think. She wasn’t happy. She never talked to me about killing herself but I can see how she’d be driven to that point.” She looked harder at Kendra. “Do you really think she was murdered?”
“I think it’s a definite possibility,” she said. “Whenever I talked to her or when I saw her, she didn’t seem like someone who was about to off herself.”
“Maybe she didn’t want you to worry,” Roman said.
He earned a glower from her.
“Thanks for talking to us, Blaire,” Kendra said, then turned to him again. “Let’s go.”
“Did Kaelyn ever mention she was talking with her twin sister?” Roman asked Blaire.
Blaire shook her head. “I was as shocked as everyone else when Kendra came to town.”
He could tell his question irritated Kendra. He’d had to ask to confirm what she’d told him.
Out on the street, Kendra headed for her car. “Don’t say it.”
Roman walked beside her. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”
She eyed him as he walked next to her.
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