several times.â
âWas that the extent of your relationship with the victim?â
âAlthough I didnât have a beef with Keira, sheâd made no secret of her dislike of me. Sheâd once viewed me as a rival for a manâs affections.â
âBut you didnât share her animosity?â
âI didnât. Nor did I see myself as her rival,â I said.
âDid you see the victim upon your arrival at the event?â he asked.
I replied that I had.
âWhat was she doing, and what was her demeanor?â
âShe was serving food, and she didnât appear to be terribly happy about it,â I said.
âWhy do you say that?â
Again, I shrugged. What was I supposed to do? Act out how miffed Keira had seemed? I guessed I couldâve stood, swiped his water bottle off the table, and then huffed as I tossed it into the garbage can. No . . . there was no garbage can in this room.
âThe recorder cannot see your shrug,â Detective Poston said. âWould you please verbalize your response?â
âShe just didnât seem to want to be there,â I said. âGranted, I knew from Sadie that the Atwoodsâ last-minute request had caused extra work for everyone at MacKenziesâ Mochasâespecially since they were short a waitressâand that no one was particularly thrilled with the situation.â
Detective Poston scribbled a note, but I couldnât see what heâd written because it was hidden by the notepad cover. âDo you think Sadie and the victim mightâve argued about the party?â
âThey might have.â My eyes widened. âNo! I mean, no more than any employer instructing an employee to do something she didnât want to do. Iâm sure that whatever was said, Sadie handled the situation diplomatically.â
âYouâre awfully quick to jump to your friendâs defense, Ms. Singer. What was her working relationship with the victim like?â
âIâve never seen Sadie treat Keira or any of her employees with anything other than respect.â
The detective wrote something else on that stupid notepad, making me want to snatch it away from him to see what he was writing.
He coolly met my eyes. âTell me what you know about this key ring bearing your shopâs logo that was found near the victim.â
âI ordered a box of those key rings to give away at my anniversary open house next week,â I said.
âHad you already begun distributing the key rings?â
âI gave one to Christine Willoughby. Sheâd come into the Seven-Year Stitch just after Iâd opened the box.â
He scribbled furiously in that notebook. âAnd did you give away any others?â
âNo. Right after that, I had to take my dog up the street.â
âAnd do you lock the door when you take him for a walk?â
âNo. Iâm usually not gone more than about five minutes . . . certainly no more than ten.â
âWas anyone in the shop when you returned?â
I brightened. âYes. Sadie was there. So itâs possible that someone couldâve come in and taken a key ring while I was gone.â I was delighted to be able to throw suspicion off poor Christine. I just knew she wasnât guilty of harming Keira, and I
had
left the open box on the counter unattended. Anyone couldâve picked up one of the key rings and been gone before Angus and I returned.
âDid you give Sadie a key ring?â asked Detective Poston.
âNo, I didnât.â
âBut she mightâve helped herself to one while you were out. Isnât that correct?â
My heart sank. âShe
could
have, but she didnât.â
âYou know this for certain?â
âWell, no . . . but I know Sadie. Had she taken one, sheâd have told me so,â I said. âShe was flustered over the last-minute request from the Atwoods, and I