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“I’m not playing it any way. I just want to know—”
“Why we are asking. We will get to that.” She pointed to the photograph. “Do you know her, yes or no?”
“We’ve never met.”
“Oh wow,” Joha
“What?”
“Now you’re going to play semantics games with us? Do you know who she is, yes or no?”
“I think I do.”
“Super, terrific. Who is she?”
“You don’t know?”
“This isn’t about what we know, Adam. And really, I don’t have time, so let’s cut to it. Her name is Ingrid Prisby. You paid John Bo
Adam said nothing.
“What’s your co
“No co
“Ask her what?”
Adam felt his head spin.
“Adam?”
It didn’t escape his notice that she had moved from calling him Mr. Price to the more informal Adam. He glanced toward the corner. Len Gilman had his arms folded. His face was impassive.
“I was hoping she could help me with a confidential matter.”
“Forget confidential, Adam.” She reached into her briefcase again and produced another photograph. “Do you know this woman?”
She put down a picture of a smiling woman who looked to be about Joha
“No, I don’t know her.”
“Are you sure?”
“I don’t recognize her.”
“Her name is Heidi Da
“No.”
Joha
“I am. I don’t know this woman. I don’t recognize her name.”
“Where’s your wife?”
The sudden change of topics threw him.
“Adam?”
“What does my wife have to do with any of this?”
“You’re full of questions, aren’t you?” There was steel in her voice now. “That’s getting really a
Adam glanced back toward Len. Still impassive. “Is that what this is about? False allegations?”
“Where is she?”
Adam considered his next move carefully. “She’s traveling.”
“Where?”
“She didn’t say. What the hell is going on here?”
“I want to know—”
“I don’t really care what you want to know. Am I under arrest?”
“No.”
“So I can get up and go at any time, correct?”
Joha
“Just so we’re clear, Chief Griffin.”
“We are.”
Adam sat up a little straighter, trying to press the advantage. “And now you’re asking me about my wife. So either tell me what’s going on right now or . . .”
Joha
She slid the photograph across the table without saying a word. Adam froze. He stared down at the photograph. No one moved. No one spoke. Adam felt his world teeter. He tried to right himself, tried to speak.
“Is this . . . ?”
“Ingrid Prisby?” Joha
Adam was having trouble breathing.
“According to the coroner, the cause of death was a bullet to the brain. But before that, what you’re seeing there? In case you’re wondering, we believe that the killer did that to her with a box cutter. We don’t know how long she suffered.”
Adam couldn’t look away.
Joha
Adam managed to swallow. “And you think . . . ?”
“We don’t know what to think. We want to know what you know about this.”
He shook his head. “Nothing.”
“Really? Let me run down the chronology for you, then. Ingrid Prisby of Austin, Texas, flew into Newark airport from Houston. She stayed for one night alone at the Courtyard Marriott by the airport. While here, she rented a car and drove to the American Legion Hall in Cedarfield. There was a man in the car with her. That man talked to you inside the American Legion Hall. We don’t know what was said, but we do know that sometime later, you paid off a parking attendant to get her license plate and presumably you tracked the two of them down. Meanwhile, Ingrid drove that same rental car all the way to Beachwood, Ohio, where she had a conversation with this woman.”
With a shaking hand, with something that looked like barely controlled rage, Joha
“Sometime after that, this woman, Heidi Da
She sat back.
“So how do you fit in, Adam?”
“You can’t possibly . . .”
But they did.
Adam needed time. He needed to get his head together and think it through and try to figure out what to do here.
“Does this have anything to do with your marriage?” Joha
He looked up. “What?”
“Len tells me you and Cori
Adam’s eyes snapped to the corner. “Len?”
“Those were the rumors, Adam.”
“So police work involves gossip?”
“Not just gossip,” Joha
“What? She’s my wife’s close friend.”
“And yours too, right? You two have been in communication a lot lately.”
“Because—” He stopped himself.
“Because?”
Too much coming out too quickly. He wanted to trust the cops, but he just didn’t. The cops had a theory here, and Adam knew that once a theory was formed, it was hard, if not impossible, to get them to see the facts and not twist them to suit what they already believed. Adam remembered how Old Man Rinsky had warned him not to talk to the police. The stakes had been upped, no question, but did that mean he had abandoned the idea of finding Cori
He didn’t know.
“Adam?”
“We were just talking about my wife.”
“You and Kristin Hoy?”
“Yes.”
“What about your wife?”
“About her recent . . . trip.”
“Her trip. Oh, I see. You mean the one where she just left work in the middle of the day and never returned and now won’t reply to your or your children’s texts?”
“Cori
“Convenient.”
“What?”
“Your wife’s text to you. That whole thing about going away and not looking for her. Kinda gives a person time, don’t you think?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Anyone could have sent that text, right? Even you.”
“Why would I . . . ?”
He stopped.
“Ingrid Prisby was with a man at the American Legion Hall,” Joha
“He never told me his name.”
“What did he tell you?”
“It has nothing to do with this.”
“Sure it does. Did he threaten you?”
“No.”
“And you and Cori
“I didn’t say that. But it has nothing—”
“You want to tell us about meeting up with Sally Perryman last night?”
Silence.
“Is Sally Perryman another friend of your wife’s?”
Adam stopped. He took deep breaths. Part of him wanted to come clean to Joha