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David several times. David kept his card. It wasn’t like they were good friends. Christie had never met Land through David, and only heard him mention Land when Trent wanted to hire someone.”
    “So it’s a weak connection, at best,” I said, feeling a little more mollified about the revelation. It would be hard for Green to prove that David and Land had been in contact since there would be no phone records and their respective significant others would indicate that they’d never met up.
    Although I could see the elaborate case that Green was building, I still felt that I was missing something. Even though she’d created the narrative, the facts didn’t seem to fit that narrative. There was no real connection between the two men. Nothing could be proved there.
    “So did Trent know why the police think that I was having an affair with David?” I still couldn’t get my mind around that lie.
    “Apparently David made it pretty clear that you and he had been intimate at the wedding.”
    “What?” My mind tried to get acclimated to that idea. The best man had indicated that we’d been intimate at the wedding. How could that have happened when I was elbow deep in hot dogs and condiments? I was usually such a mess by the end of a work shift that I didn’t even want to be around me.
    “Trent said that David lied all the time about this kind of thing, but he told a few of the ushers that he’d ‘nailed’ you earlier in the day.” She air-quoted “nailed” so that I would know it wasn’t her word.
    I knew that men like this existed; they liked to brag about their conquests to appear more manly to their friends. I’d just never been the object of such a campaign before.
    I had an idea. “Can’t the police do some sort of test to see if the victim has had sex?” If David had been lying then the test should come back negative and ruin the whole motive for the police.
    “That’s what made the police ask those questions to begin with. Apparently David had been intimate with someone in the last twelve hours of his life. Christie swears that it wasn’t her, so that made the police wonder who it could have been.”
    I groaned. This was a trap that I didn’t see an answer for. I couldn’t prove a negative. How could I possibly show that it wasn’t me who had slept with David? He’d said I had, and I said I hadn’t. He’d had sex, and I couldn’t prove that I hadn’t.
    Gina cleared her throat. “There’s one way to find out the truth. We’ll need to find out who had sex with David in the last few hours of his life. It can’t be that hard to do, right?”
    At that moment, I appreciated Gina so much. Not only had she taken me at my word, she’d offered to help with her use of the word “we.” That’s a friend.
    I took her hand and squeezed it to show her my appreciation. “We need to start with the groomsmen, right? They were the ones who heard David say that, so we need to find out exactly what was said and start asking questions of them. Rick seemed to act as though Jason had been the one who was tell stories about David.”
    Gina smiled. “We’re having a little get together tonight for the wedding party. It was supposed to be the day after the wedding, but we pushed it back for obvious reasons.”
    I agreed to come and make some appetizers for the party. I had no idea how that was going to work, since I had no recipes for appetizers, but I’d have to make do somehow.
    In the meantime, I had a visit to make. I had a few questions for Sabine Mendoza, which I thought that she could answer for me since Land was unavailable.

Chapter 8
     
     
    After my first meeting with Sabine six months ago, I’d learned that Sabine had found an apartment in the same complex as Land. That made things easy for family visits, but harder for him to keep us separated before we’d finally met.
    However, now that we had met, I knew easily how to find her. I drove over to her place without announcing myself.  I