murder.”
“Kidnapping,” Robyn said in a firm voice. “Although realistically I know my son must be…gone, we shouldn’t assume anything. All we know for sure is that he disappeared.”
“Point taken. Eldon had visitation with your son that weekend?” Ford asked. He knew the answers to most of the questions he would ask, but he wanted to hear them from the source.
“Yes. He kept Justin every other weekend, and sometimes during the week, too. He seemed to enjoy the time he spent with Justin, never complained or tried to weasel out of it.”
“He really did,” Trina agreed. “That kid was everything to him.”
“And was there anything unusual about this weekend? Any confusion or resentment, any arguments?”
“If you’ve read the trial transcript, you know that Eldon and I had an argument. But it wasn’t a big deal like the prosecutors made it. His mother was trying to tell me how to raise my child, and Eldon thought his mother could do no wrong.”
“You can say that again,” Trina put in. “She’s a control freak.”
“It was just the usual stuff all divorced couples argue about. Not a big deal.”
“So Eldon picked up Justin after work, took him to his house, and…where were you, Trina?”
“At a professional development conference. I was working to get my massage therapy license at the time.”
“And this conference was…where?”
“Corpus Christi, at the Sheraton Hotel. I tried not to hang around too much when Eldon had Justin, so they could do their father-son thing without the evil stepmother getting in the way.”
“The police verified your alibi?”
Trina nodded. “Oh, yes. A bunch of us from the salon where I used to work went to the conference together.”
“Okay. So Eldon maintains that he was home, alone, with Justin on that Friday night. But for some reason he went out for pizza at midnight.” Ford consulted his notes. “A large half pepperoni, half black olive pizza.”
“Black olive?” Trina snorted. “Who told you that? Eldon hates black olives. I’m the one who likes olives.”
“I got it straight from the police report,” Ford said. That was when he realized Robyn was giving him urgent, covert hand signals to shut up—and he recalled that Trina knew nothing of the mystery woman Eldon had supposedly entertained that night.
Well, here was the evidence, pretty obvious even to someone who didn’t know Eldon hated black olives. Most people don’t order a half-and-half pizza for one person.
“That just goes to show you how incompetent the Green Prairie Police are,” Trina said, all but spitting. “I mean, if they can’t get a little thing like that right—” She stopped, thinking it through. Her eyes widened, and she set her beer bottle down with a clunk.
Ford looked at Robyn, not quite sure what she wanted him to say. Personally, he thought they should put all their cards on the table and work as a team. But he didn’t want to be the one to spill it to Trina that her husband had cheated on her.
“He…might not have been alone,” Robyn said gently.
“That’s ridiculous!” Trina had turned pale under her tan. She scraped her chair back and stood abruptly, bumping the table and nearly upsetting their drinks. Several other patrons looked over to see what the commotion was about. “Eldon was not unfaithful! My husband loves me. He’s always loved me. How could you say things like that about him when he’s not here to defend himself? Hasn’t he been bad-mouthed enough?”
“Trina…” Robyn tried, but Trina had turned and was already marching out the door, head held high, heels clacking noisily on the wood floor.
“Well, that went smoothly,” Ford said, letting out a gusty breath.
“I told you Trina didn’t know about the mystery woman,” Robyn said.
“She would have found out sooner or later,” Ford said.
“I didn’t want to tell her unless we actually found the woman. Trina’s been through so much—I didn’t want her to