murder investigation? Isnât the person of interest always the guilty party?â
He took my hand and looked into my eyes. âNo. Not everyone whoâs called a person of interest even becomes a suspect. Person of interest means someone who may have information we need, or someone we need to question further.
âPersonally, I donât think Anne had anything to do with it, but I have a job to do. I have to be impartial, and investigate everything and everyone, even if they have only a sliver of information. In case.â
In case my motherâs a murderer, I finished for him inside my head. Then, I had one of those âAha!â moments that youâre sure will clear everything up. âIf youâre talking about the antifreeze in my parentsâ garage, my father always keeps it there. For emergencies. Are you going to question him, too? If youâre going to question everyone in Destiny with antifreeze in their garages, then the murderer could be anyone.â
âItâs not the antifreeze. Iâve never been in their garage. Again, I donât know for sure Baldelli was murdered.â
âOh, please! You must be sure. Why else would you have to question my mother again? Why would you call it a case? What exactly came up?â I deposited Noelle back on the ground and waved my arms in the air. âNever mind, I know you canât tell me. You realize sheâll tell me everything after you talk to her. Which, by the way, will be when?â
He sat beside me and took my hand again. âTomorrow. Iâm asking you not to say anything to her about this before I talk to her. Promise me.â
I did, reluctantly.
âIf I didnât love you, I wouldnât have told you ahead of time. Itâs about as far from protocol as I can get.â
My heart lurched and my stomach clenched. Then, my throat went dry and my knees went wobbly. Good thing I was sitting down. âYou love me? Did you . . . did you say you love me?â
He hooked his thumbs on the pockets of his pants. âYeah.â
Of all the ways I envisioned Sean telling me he loved meâif he chose to do so, that isâannouncing it right after telling me he had to question my mother further about a murder case, excuse me, suspicious death, was not one of them. This was supposed to be the moment I wrapped my arms around his neck and told him I loved him, too, because I did.
Instead, I was wrapping my mind around him questioning my mother again. Could I love a man who was sending my mother away for murder? An overstatement, I realize, but thatâs where my brain went.
âTell me what youâre thinking,â he said.
My eyes filled with tears. âWhy did you decide to tell me you love me now?â
He drew me into a hug. âI didnât decide, it slipped out. Iâm sorry. Bad timing on my part. Forget it, weâll discuss it later.â
I tried, but his words kept echoing in my head. And heart.
He stood. âIâd better see how things are going out front. Youâre going to the bakery later, right?â
âI have to be there at eleven.â
âIâll see you tonight. We can talk.â He gave me a knowing look. âNot about Baldelli.â
âI wonât mention him. Stay safe.â
He smiled. âThanks. Iâm sorry, too, about having to talk to Annie.â
âI know. I canât imagine whatâs linking her to Baldelliâs murder.â
He didnât answer. We walked back to the front of the library. I was happy to see some of the protestors leaving. Daniel was still talking to a few of them. Why did my mother let him get away with that? Shouldnât he be inside working? I said goodbye to Sean, who was back to being a detective. I watched him address the rest of the protestors, and thought about his visit later.
CHAPTER 7
I walked into Bread and Batter a little after eleven. Noelle had been happy to stay