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her in some way. She’d been pale and drawn since they’d found Bruce dead, shaking and looking close to tears. He blamed himself as he should have been a hell of a lot more forceful about sending her back upstairs but he simply hadn’t known how grisly the scene was until they both were right up on it. It had been way too dark outside even with the full moon.
    “Can we get you folks some coffee or water?” The detective from the local police department waved toward a long table against the wall. Probably in his mid-forties, he had that world weary appearance that often seemed to go with a long career in law enforcement. His hairline was receding, his face was tanned and lined, and his suit slightly rumpled. “The resort staff has graciously provided some refreshments.”
    “Nothing for me. Aubrey?”
    She shook her head as well and took a few deep breaths. “No, I’m fine. I’d like to get this over with and go up to our room.”
    From the look on the cops face, Travis didn’t think that was going to happen any time in the near future. The dark haired man had settled in, ordering coffee and pastries while gathering Bruce’s family and friends in the room next to this one. It was going to be a long night.
    “My name is Detective Dan Prather and I’m now in charge of this case. Can you tell me how you came to find the deceased?”
    Travis squeezed Aubrey’s hand to let her know he would take these questions. “Miss Grayson and I were heading down to the beach and that’s when we saw Bruce lying there.”
    He knew enough about cops to know to keep his answers brief and to the point. No extra details. No editorializing.
    “Why were you going to the beach?”
    “We wanted a quiet place to talk.”
    The detective’s brows lifted and his lips twisted into a smirk. “Talk? May I ask what about?”
    Aubrey’s shoulders jerked in response to the question but Travis simply pulled her closer to his own body. “How is that relevant to the investigation, Detective?”
    The man’s flinty blue eyes iced over and his jaw hardened. “I’m just trying to get all the facts, Mr. Anderson. Two people at a party go out to the beach to find a quiet place to talk when they have a fifteen hundred square foot suite upstairs? That brings questions to my mind.”
    “We didn’t want to leave the party. We wanted a few moments to talk. That’s all.”
    The detective tapped his stubby pencil against the pad of paper. “How well did you know Mr. Livingston?”
    Travis shrugged, expecting that question. “I saw him once or twice a year at parties like this one. He’s the grandson in law of a good friend.”
    “Martin Guinness?” Travis nodded wondering how his friend was holding up. “So how would you characterize your relationship with the deceased?”
    “Acquaintances,” Travis answered easily. “We didn’t keep in touch other than seeing each other at these events. We weren’t friends if that’s what you’re asking.”
    “That is what I’m asking. So you didn’t communicate in any way with Mr. Livingston? If I check his phone, your number won’t be there?”
    “I have no clue what will be in his phone but I’ve never received a call from him.”
    It took every bit of willpower he had to keep the sarcasm out of his tone. There was a murderer running around and this clown was acting like he and Aubrey were suspects. They had nothing to do with Bruce’s death but Travis could name a few people off the top of his head that hadn’t thought much of the man. He didn’t like to speak ill of the dead but finding those with motive wasn’t going to be a problem.
    “When was the last time you saw Mr. Livingston?”
    “Earlier this evening. Right after dinner. About nine or nine thirty.”
    The detective abruptly swung his attention to Aubrey. “What about you Miss Grayson? What time did you last see Mr. Livingston?”
    Her hands were twisted together in her lap, the knuckles white. “I–I guess it would have