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short and I’ll start painting. Here are all the answers.” She ticked them off on her fingers. “I thought we were going hiking. I had no idea it was opening weekend for pheasant hunting. I had no idea Marcy’s body was in that swampy area. And no, I didn’t kill her. Would you like your coffee in a to-go cup?
    All business now, he leveled a stare at her she figured was supposed to be intimidating, but the assorted investment bankers, venture capitalists, and arrogant attorneys she’d dealt with in Seattle had made her immune to that kind of nonsense. JC was an amateur compared to them.  
    “Don’t be a bitch, Holly. It doesn’t suit you.”
    She pressed her hands onto the counter and managed to keep her expression neutral. She wished she could control the warmth climbing her cheeks. She’d known those dimpled signals were just a crappy ploy. Nobody turned it off and on like that if it was real. “Dammit JC, quit jerking me around. I’ll do whatever I can to help you find Marcy’s killer, but I don’t know what I can say that’ll make any difference.”
    “You knew Ms. Ramirez. What can you tell me about her? What was she like?”
    Holly pulled in a deep breath. Do it for Marcy .
    “So the body is definitely Marcy’s?”
    He nodded, but didn’t elaborate.
    “Damn. I’d hoped…” The tiny spark of hope she’d harbored vanished and left the world a little darker.  
    With a sigh, she leaned against the counter and thought about the woman who’d become her friend. “Marcy works—worked—across the hall at Stevens Ventures. She was fun, outgoing. We did lunch, happy hour at Bookwalter, that kind of thing. We had different backgrounds, but we just clicked, you know?”
    The coffeemaker sputtered behind her.  
    “I liked her. I wish I’d gotten a chance to know her better.” She stared at the floor before raising her gaze to meet his. “I can’t believe she’s dead. Who would want to kill her? Why?”
    “That’s what I’m trying to figure out. Do you know who Ms. Ramirez was dating?”
    “I wish I could be more help, but I don’t know much about her personal life.”  
    “I thought you were friends.”
    “We are…were.” Holly lifted a shoulder. “She never talked about a boyfriend. I think she was seeing someone, but like I said… ”  
    “Do you know anybody who’d want to hurt her?”
    “I can’t think of anybody. She was so…nice.” Holly chewed her lower lip, frustrated with her explanation. “I’m not doing a very good job telling you about her. What she was like, as a person. Marcy…loved pretty clothes. And she loved to dance. You should’ve seen her. She could move like the music came from inside her, and if she was dancing with somebody—”
    “She dance with anybody in particular?”
    Holly blinked.   The memory of the dance floor where she’d admired Marcy’s footwork vanished, and she returned to a grim-faced cop who wanted to know if one of her friends had killed the woman. No way was she going to say Alex and Marcy should’ve auditioned for that dance show together. Alex had been her date when they went dancing, not Marcy’s. “Nobody in particular.”
    “So no known enemies?”
    “Not that I know of.” She removed a spoon from a drawer. “Do you think this was a random violence thing? You know, wrong time, wrong place?”
    “It’s possible.”
    “How’d she end up out at the Snake River?”
    “We seem to have this backward—I ask the questions and you answer them.”
    “Then ask a question I know the answer to.” She thought about Marcy’s body ending up at Big Flats while she returned to the coffeemaker and filled the mugs. “If she knew her killer, she might’ve gone out to the river to meet him. Or maybe the bad guy took her there.”  
    “And you don’t know anybody she’d meet out there.”
    “No.”  
    She left her coffee black, but reached into the refrigerator for milk. She added some to JC’s mug along with a healthy