pink.
âYouâre not being straight with me, Laurie. Youâre holding back. Thatâs of great concern.â
âDamn you, Ben. Iâm not holding anything back.â
Susan heard the almost imperceptible catch in her throat.
âYou care about finding out what happened to this girl?â
âOf course I do. I honestly donât know anything that could help.â
Parkhurst let a couple beats tick past while he pinned her with his eyes. This time she held up to it without flinching. âI donât know anything. Honestly, I donât. Donât you think Iâd tell you if I did?â
âLaura, something doesnât feel right here. What are you hiding?â
âNothing. Iâve told you. Nothing. Jesus, you havenât changed a bit. Get your teeth into something and you shake it to death. For Godâs sake, why would I hide something?â
âI donât know. Thatâs what Iâm trying to get to. Where were you when she fell?â
âWhat?â Heâd jumped too fast and left Laura a step behind.
âYou were supposed to be on the railing when it broke. Why werenât you?â
âOh. I was on my way back here after talking with that very nice officer.â
âWhy were you talking with him?â
âI wanted to ask him if he would do something for me.â
âIâm sure, Laurie,â Parkhurst said tightly, âif you asked him and it was remotely within his power, he certainly would. Now, stop playing coy and tell me what you wanted from him. I assume it wasnât simply his hard, lean body.â
âDonât be crude, Ben.â Her blue eyes lost the glazed look and flashed anger. âI wanted him to ask you to come see me.â
âWhy?â
An impish smile played around her mouth. âYou canât think of any reason? None at all?â
âCan it.â
Lauraâs eyes teared again. âItâs hard to explain. Itâs like smoke, when I try to catch hold of it, thereâs nothing there.â
âWhatâs like smoke?â
âSomething brooding and ugly. It worried me.â
âThreatening? Directed at you?â
Susan didnât know what to make of this under-the-surface ugliness story. There was way too much emotion here. Too damn much drama. Sheâd been a cop a long time; her ears were tuned to pick up false notes, and there was something false here.
âWhat did you want from me?â Parkhurst asked.
âI wanted to ask you to help. I knew youâd want to do all you could for your wife.â
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âI wanna know!â
Exactly, Susan thought, but while the words were hers, the voice wasnât. It was male, loud, and came from outside.
Parkhurst at her elbow, his eyes guarded, she opened the trailer door to see what was going on. A tall young man, red hair, both fists clenched at his sides, was demanding to see the cop in charge.
Fiery eyes shifted to her. âWho are you?â
âThis is Robin McCormack.â Yancy put a restraining hand on the young manâs arm, a hand that looked casual but was firm enough to make McCormack wince.
âItâs okay,â she said to Yancy. âIâll talk to him. And would you get Ellis over here?â
Feet planted, hands loose by his side, Parkhurst stood ready for any aggressive moves from McCormack.
Cast and crew were all staying at the Sunflower Hotel. They were transported back and forth to base camp or set by vans. Superstars like Laura Edwards had their own personal town cars with drivers, muscular guys who could respond as bodyguards if needed.
Susan told Officer Ellis, another big muscular guy, a weight lifter and boxer, to stick on Ms. Edwardsâs tail like a burr. Anything happened to her and his ass was on the line. When the actress was tucked in and rolling away with Ellis in a squad car on the bumper, Susan asked Yancy to find Nick Logan and bring him around,