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face,” James admitted.
    “He was really aggressive,” Mandy said. “He kept calling me a slut.”
    Samson looked confused. “Why would he say that?”
    Mandy shrugged. “Apparently he didn’t like my skirt. I didn’t realize he was a fashion critic.”
    Samson nodded like he understood, but the look on his face said otherwise. “And then what happened?”
    “He called my wife a slut and I hit him,” James said. “We haven’t seen him since.”
    “And you’re sure he didn’t come back to the house with the intention of seeing your wife?”
    “We haven’t seen him since.”
    “Mr. Hardy, if he came after your wife, I would understand,” Samson said. “You have to protect your property.”
    Mandy frowned. “I’m not his property.”
    Samson ignored her. “Killing a man who broke into your house and tried to attack your wife is perfectly understandable.”
    “That’s not what happened,” James said. “If that’s what happened, why would we call you?”
    “Maybe you thought you could get away with it,” Samson suggested.
    “If that man broke into this house and went after my wife, I would’ve snapped his neck,” James said. “I wouldn’t have stabbed him on the bluff next to the house.”
    “How do you know he was killed there?”
    “Because the ground beneath the body was soaked with blood,” James said. “That means he was killed there. If he was killed in the house, he would’ve lost blood while I dragged him outside. It wouldn’t have pooled beneath him like that.”
    “Why would you say something like that?” Samson asked.
    “I’m a security expert,” James said. “I know about crime investigation.”
    “You realize that makes you more of a suspect and not less of one, right?” Samson pressed.
    “I’m not big on lying to law enforcement,” James shot back.
    “Okay,” Samson said, sucking in a breath. “Let’s talk about last night.”
    “We came home and found that the front door had been jimmied,” James said.
    “Home from where?”
    “A shark tour.”
    “Do you remember what boat you were on?”
    “The Hakuna Matada.”
    “And how long were you gone?”
    James rubbed his hand over his jaw, thinking. “We left a little before eleven,” he said. “We had lunch in town. It was a little place that boasted about having the best salads in town or something on the little board in front of it. I didn’t want her to have anything heavy in case she got seasick.”
    “Delia’s?”
    “That’s it.”
    “And then what?”
    “We had to be at the docks by one,” James said. “We were there about fifteen minutes early. The shark tour lasted almost six hours. When we got back, we had crab legs at that restaurant on the beach, the one with the pink umbrellas.”
    “Esperanza’s?”
    James shrugged. “I guess.”
    Samson arched an eyebrow, waiting.
    “Then we came back here and found the door open,” James finished.
    “What were you doing right before you noticed the door?” Samson asked.
    “Why does that matter?” Mandy asked.
    “It’s part of the investigation, Mrs. Hardy.”
    “Mrs. Avery-Hardy,” Mandy corrected.
    James made a face, shifting his attention from the police officer to his wife. “What?”
    Mandy stilled. “I … I’ve decided to hyphenate my name.”
    “Since when?”
    “Since … since now.”
    “Why?”
    “I … .”
    James waited.
    “Since I’m an only child and I don’t want to let my dad’s name die,” Mandy admitted.
    James’ gaze softened. “That sounds like a good idea.”
    Mandy’s eyes were hopeful when they met his. “Really?”
    “Really.” James pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before turning back to Samson. “What else do you need to know?”
    “Mr. Hardy, I have to admit, this doesn’t look good for you,” he said.
    “Well, I didn’t kill him, so I’m not sure how it looks bad.”
    “A dead body was found on the property where you and your new bride are residing.”
    “I noticed,” James