conclusions they all came to. At least he wasn’t ashamed the sheriff and everyone present thought they had that type of friendship.
“Wow, wonder what Barbara Jean will think when she hears,” Mark teased.
“Shut your mouth, Mark.” Flynn gritted his teeth. “Before I shut it for you.”
Annie’s own mouth fell open. She’d never seen Flynn so upset, but then she realized while there was no love lost between him and Wesley, he had just lost his cousin to murder. Death surrounded him and those he cared about. Annie felt the same.
“If there’s nothing else, I’d like to see BJ,” Flynn said.
The sheriff shook his head. “Not before she sees the magistrate. Sorry, Flynn. You’ll have to wait. I might also have some more questions after I clear this place out. I’ll be in touch.”
The sheriff’s words were a dismissal for everyone. Flynn and Wesley’s family stood where they were. Then Flynn swung on his heel and shoved the door open so hard, it banged the outside brick wall, and the glass trembled. Annie followed him in silence.
Chapter Five
“ D o you think she did it?” Stacy poured Annie a glass of iced tea, and Annie raised the glass to her lips. She looked into the depths of the glass, wondering about Barbara Jean. Could she have laced the drink or the food with poison?
“I don’t know to be honest. I mean Flynn believes she’s innocent.”
Stacy punched a throw pillow at her side and pouted. “I was sure you two would be an item by now. Nothing stirs a man’s heart like a damsel in distress.”
Annie sipped the tea and sat back in Stacy’s living room. “He does seem to love her.”
“But you two were getting along, and Frannie told me she saw Flynn’s new car parked all night in your driveway. That’s got to mean something.”
Annie rolled her eyes. “He’s my friend, Stacy.”
“Bah. If she goes to jail, that will get rid of the competition.”
“Stacy!”
“I’m serious, Annie.”
“Well, I’m not looking for a man, so please, let it go. Besides, Flynn has vowed to investigate the case and find the killer.”
“You’re okay with that?”
Annie thought about it. “I don’t have enough facts.”
“Well, if he asks you to help, then you can work side by side with him like last time. Then you two can get closer. Oh, I can see it now, a wedding next spring.”
“You’re moving a little fast, aren’t you? I’m not going to get married.”
“Not what I heard. My favorite is Flynn, of course, but it’s in the grapevine that Omen has plans to ask you out, and he’s serious.”
“You know Omen? Oh, that’s right. He came to Jane’s cookout that day.”
“I know his mother better. She’s big into charity work.”
“What about you? Are you still seeing Robert?”
“I’m thinking of breaking it off with him.”
“Why? I thought you were getting over the age difference.”
Stacy stood to pace. “I care about him, but no one wants to see us together.”
“So what. You have to live your life to the fullest, Stacy. That’s what it’s all about.”
She frowned. “I wish I could be as carefree as you are, Annie.”
“I’m not carefree.”
“You are. Bad things have happened, but you still smile. I love that about you, and you bring sunshine to the rest of us mortals.”
Annie chuckled. “I’m mortal, too, you know. Stacy, don’t give up on Robert. It seems odd for me of all people to say. I’ve just been complaining about being match-made with a man, after all. If the reason you’re thinking of breaking it off is because of what other people think, you shouldn’t give in to it.”
“I’m going to level with you.” Stacy dropped into the seat beside Annie and hooked her arm through Annie’s. “You remember that night you thought I followed Robert, suspecting him of killing Paul?”
“Yes, I remember.”
“Well, we planned it that way, the way we left separately. I was going to meet him somewhere, and we were going to ride