His spine straightened. He gave them the impression he might know what was coming.
“Tucker Campbell?”
He walked toward them with his hand extended. “Hello. I take it you are not here for fitness training. How can I help you?”
Mark introduced himself and Ben. “What can you tell us, sir, about Carrie Wellington?”
“Carrie?” Tucker looked off to the side. “Well, she was a great author. And a good friend. She helped me get this place going. I am grateful to her for that.”
Mark glanced at Ben and then back to Tucker. “Do you know what’s happened to her? I notice you used the past tense when you spoke of her.”
Tucker lowered his head and his face flushed. “Okay, well…Cindy kind of called me to tell me what happened.”
“I see.” Mark replied in a slightly cold voice. “And do you know of anything that might help our investigation?”
“Nah. Carrie was a great woman. We’ve been friends for years.”
“How did you become friends with her? Are you a high school friend, like Cindy?”
“No, she invested in my gym, as I said. It wasn’t going very well then.” He glanced at the ladies who were working out. “Business is kind of slow right now, too. I could use a break.”
“Do you expect to get something from Carrie’s will?”
Tucker’s eyes snapped to Mark’s face when he asked the question. Mark raised his eyebrows.
“I…I don’t know. I…could use it. But I wouldn’t kill her for it. I doubt she’d give me that much.”
Ben’s phone buzzed and he picked it up, holding it to his ear and walking away from Mark and Tucker. “Hello?”
Tucker was watching Ben and Mark took a step toward him to get his attention. “How about the others in your circle? Any chance they might have had something to do with this?”
Tucker clenched his jaw. “I don’t think so. I mean, Jackie is moving away, Melissa is, like, this big Christian or something, and Cindy is her best friend.”
“You can’t think of any reason why someone would want to harm Carrie, then?”
“No, I can’t.”
Ben listened for a moment. “Oh really?” He listened some more. “All right, we’ll be right there.” He hung up and walked back to where Mark and Tucker were standing. “We need to get back to the station.”
“All right. Mr. Campbell, if you think of anything that might help us find the killer, please let us know.”
They pushed open the doors and went back out into the sunlight.
“That was forensics.” Ben said, sliding his phone back into his pocket. “Apparently, they were able to pull some stills from the security camera at the Hayes place. The video shows someone getting into the back seat of Carrie’s car.”
“You’re kidding!” Mark felt a bit of a thrill run through him. “Did they get a picture of this man’s face?”
“How did you know it was a man?” Ben asked.
Mark smiled at him. “I’m sure you said at the beginning that it was a man we were looking for. You have good insight. I trust what you say.”
“Well, thank you, sir.” Ben pulled in a satisfied, proud breath. “Anyway, they did get a blurry photo of the man and it has been enhanced a few times so that it is a bit clearer. We should get over there right now and get a copy.”
“Yes. We will show it to Melissa and see if it’s the man she was talking about. Then maybe we can narrow down a name and reason for this travesty.”
“Sounds good, sir.”
“Call Melissa and tell her not to leave. Tell her we are coming back later or tomorrow morning.”
“All right.” Ben got back on his phone and did as he was told.
“Did you notice that Mr. Campbell was not in the least shocked to find out about Carrie’s murder? He didn’t ask any questions about it and showed no emotion.”
“Yes, sir, I noticed. Maybe he’d gotten it out by the time we got there?”
“Maybe.” Mark sounded doubtful. “Maybe. He also made a phone call before we were even out of the door.”
“Oh, did he?