âIâd buy me a beer.â
âIt was too early for beer,â she said, taking the turn onto the back road to Moss Hill.
âAre you being straightforward or combative with me?â
âMaybe both.â She tightened her grip on the wheel. âThis is becoming one of those days I wish I could start over.â
âSorry. I shouldnât badger you when youâre kind enough to drive me to lunch and back.â
His tone didnât hold a single note of contrition. He wasnât sorry. He was doing his job. The apology was merely a tactical maneuver. âWhy donât you just tell me how I got on your radar? Was it running when I saw you, being in the lobby in the first placeâor was it lunch and these rumors?â
âNow, thatâs combative,â he said.
âI consider it straightforward.â
He settled back in his seat. âHereâs my take. You were blindsided by the news of Daphneâs class on Saturday and an investigator about to show up on your turf. You calmed down when you remembered Julius Hartley. Then you saw me, and Iâm not Juliusânot by a long shotâand Ruby OâDunn invited you to lunch out of the blue. You guessed something was up and decided to find out what.â He paused. âAm I right?â
âI donât consider Moss Hill my turf.â
âIâm staying across the hall from you. Iâd consider that my turf.â
Meaning she was on his turf. His bottom line, maybe. âIâm coming up for air after a series of tight deadlines. I only expected to stay in Knights Bridge for a few months when I moved here. Now itâs been ten months, and Iâm trying to be more social and meet people in town.â
âThatâs it, huh?â
Obviously he didnât believe her. âMaybe I knew you were jet-lagged, and I thought Iâd be a good neighbor and accompany you to lunch. Welcome you to town. Make up for our bad start.â
âYeah. Maybe.â He shifted his long legs, clearly having difficulty getting comfortable. âIâve been in little seats too many of the past twenty-four hours.â
âYou didnât demand a first-class seat?â
âCoach is fine with me.â
Kylie glanced at the river, quiet and shallow, without any steep drops away from the dam. âI havenât seen anyone sneaking around Moss Hill, in case that was your next question,â she said. âI donât keep track of all the comings and goings. Probably not even most of them.â
âDoes Mark Flanagan have enemies?â Russ asked.
Sheâd expected the question. âNot that Iâm aware of. Itâs my understanding that Mark grew up in Knights Bridge. People in town know him and like him, from what I can tell. But Iâm not the best one to ask, since Iâm new here.â
âWhere did you grow up?â
âEast of here. Near Mt. Wachusetts.â
âAny enemies?â
âMe?â
âYou. Yes.â
She attempted a smile despite his probing questions. âI donât get out enough to have enemies.â
âIt could be an ex-boyfriend, ex-husband, ex-friend, ex-colleague.â
âI canât think of anyone in my life who would spread rumors about Moss Hill, for any reason.â
âIâm not asking you to draw a conclusion. Iâm asking if you have enemies.â Russâs tone had softened, as if heâd realized heâd gotten intense. âYouâre the only resident at Moss Hill, and youâre new in town. You seem to know more about the people here than they do about you. Why is that?â
âA natural consequence of being new here. I want to get to know people now that I have more free time. Everyone is busy with their lives and the people they already know.â
âAnd youâre reclusive,â he said.
âBusy, not reclusive.â
âHair-splitting.â
Fair point, she