was having second thoughts because we were at a memorial service and I didnât want to take advantage of someoneâs vulnerability.
But Kate was dead and I was frustrated.
âActually I do have a couple of questions.â
He blinked several times, looking almost surprised that Iâd taken him up on his offer, then shrugged. âAlright.â
âThe other night you said that Kate didnât want to be married anymore.â
He nodded. âThatâs what she told me, yes.â
âAny more thoughts on why she mightâve felt that way?â
âShe didnât give me anything else,â he said, rubbing his chin. âNever told me what she was unhappy about.â
âCould it have been you?â
He blinked again and shoved a hand into his pocket. âI donât know, I guess.â
I watched him. âMaybe something youâd done?â
Randall shifted his weight, his impatience starting to show. âLike?â
âWhat do you do in your spare time?â I asked.
âI donât follow.â
âWater ski, collect art, knit,â Carter said. âFor example.â
Randall glared at him. âWas I talking to you?â
âNo. That was me talking to you. Pay attention.â
Randall looked back to me. âDonât play with me, Noah. Not today. What do you wanna know?â
Heâd raised his voice, and several looks were directed toward us.
âYou and Kate had a good marriage?â I asked.
His jaw tightened. âI thought so.â
âHow good?â
The other hand disappeared into the other pocket. âI donât know how to answer that. I told you things were strained.â
The sun was high in the sky and aimed directly at us.
âYou cheat on her?â I asked.
Randallâs cheeks flexed slightly, his jaw set. His eyes narrowed, and the sun wasnât the only thing that was hot.
âWhat the hell is this?â he growled.
âAn investigation into your wifeâs death,â I told him. âYou asked if you could help.â
Randall looked at Carter, who had settled into his imposing-but-nonchalant stance. I thought Randall wanted to hit Carter, but the more I thought about it, that didnât make sense because Randall didnât seem like a dumb guy.
Randall looked back at me. âLeaveânow.â
âYou didnât answer my question,â I said.
His right hand emerged from his pocket, his index finger pointing at me. âThis is my wifeâs funeral. You wanna fuck around with me? Fine. But not here, not today.â
âThen when?â I asked.
He jabbed the finger in my direction. âHow about after I rip your fucking head off?â He spun on his heel and walked away from us.
I looked at Carter.
He adjusted his glasses. âHow will you hear his answer if your head is detached?â
19
Carter left the funeral before I did, mumbling something about having to be somewhere. I didnât ask where.
I hung around for a while, despite Randallâs threat. I scanned the crowd looking for people who seemed out of place, who maybe didnât belong at Kateâs funeral, who looked like a walking clue.
I went zero for three.
I was heading for my car when I heard someone call my name. I turned around and saw Emily coming toward me.
âSorry,â she said, as she reached me. âDidnât mean to yell.â
âItâs okay. Whatâs up?â
She frowned, looking embarrassed. âI wanted to apologize for earlier.â
âEarlier?â
She nodded. âWalking away from you and Carter like that. I just got too upset.â
I watched the cars trickle out of the lot and down the hill. âI think youâre allowed to be upset, Em.â
âWell, thanks,â she said, rubbing the back of her neck. âBut I donât need to be rude, too.â
âYou werenât. It was fine.â
The corners of her mouth