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else was a stranger, so why just kill a random guy?”
    “That’s the one thing holding Green back right now. She has no motive for either one of you to kill anyone at a friend’s wedding. Heaven help you both if she finds something that points to one of you.” Danvers turned and walked away on this statement.
    I took a moment to regain my composure and went back to the truck. Carter raised an eyebrow at me, but in concern. “I’ll tell you later,” I said as I went back to work.
    I threw myself into the shift with all my intensity. I didn’t want to think about any of the past two days and the possible damage to the business – not to mention our freedom. I bristled at the thought of that woman thinking I’d been involved with a murder and checking out Land. Both of those things worried me.
    At 2pm, Land pulled up at his normal station, which was about a block from me, though it was clearly visible from our truck. I told Carter that I’d be right back, which was probably a lie. I had some discussions to have with Land first.
    I entered the new food truck, only to be greeted with a frown and furrowed brows. “I suppose you’ve talked to Danvers by now.”
    I was a little pouty. I had gotten used to these rendezvouses, which usually began with a few moments of passionate kissing. Today I had not received even a friendly hug. “Yeah, he stopped by early to tell me to stay away from this case. I guess he talked to you too.”
    Land nodded, barely looking at me. “Yeah. He called me last night. He’s worried. He thinks that Detective Green is out for blood, and I seem to be the target.”
    “What?” I almost shouted. “Why you?”
    “I’m the one who made the condiments. I mean, you helped, but I knew the recipes, and I bought the ingredients. I’d have the best chance to put poison in a hot dog condiment. So that makes me the prime suspect, I guess.”
    I was boiling faster than some of Land’s recipes. “That’s ridiculous. I don’t see how she could even think that.”
    Land shrugged. “Apparently she does. Danvers is worried about it, and so am I. I think she’d the type to make the evidence fit her theory, rather than the other way around. I’ve seen police officers like this, and they’re hard to work with.”
    I tried to settle down, but it was not an easy task. Of all Land’s faults, he was brutally honest and law-abiding. At some point, he’d been in the military, and I knew that he’d helped law enforcement in Capital City at other times.
    I was much more likely to bend a few rules to get what I wanted. The idea that he’d been behind a murder at the wedding after his comments to me and holding my hand while they repeated their vows was just beyond my comprehension.
    “So Danvers told me that she doesn’t have a motive, so why would she suspect you? You didn’t even know this guy.”
    “I’d never met him before,” Land agreed. However, I was immediately worried. While Land was honest, he was not above sins of omission, especially when it came to his past. By stating his claim in this way, I had to wonder if he and David had talked on the phone or on the computer at some point. That made me think that the motive could be there, but just buried deeper than the police had looked so far. That definitely was something to be worried about. If Detective Green found out something that Land neglected to mention, it would look damning to him.
    “Then we just need to find someone with a better motive and no alibi,” I declared, trying to make it sound easy. I knew that the girlfriend would be a prime candidate. From Gina’s comments, I knew that he’d treated his girlfriend poorly, so she had a good motive. No one had thought it terribly odd that he’d skipped out on the wedding and his date, which typically spelled infidelity. So there would likely be some former flings around too, and possibly the flings’ boyfriends and husbands. There were just a number of people who could have