Chapter 22

“That’s a bunch of bull and you know it.”

“No, Mr. Deering, we don’t. All we have is your word that you weren’t interested in Mr. Stafford.”

“If I was, don’t you think killing Zeke would put a definite damper on things,” Kev replied dryly.

“Not if you though you could take advantage of how crowded the party was to sneak away long enough to deal with him without anyone noticing.”

“Hang on a minute. Presuming that’s what I had in mind, wouldn’t the fact he was probably in the storage room making out with someone give me second thoughts?”

“Not if he was alone because you lured him there,” Walters pointed out.

“How? He knew…” Kev sighed. “Okay, he didn’t. He thought I was gay so I guess I could have suggested we have a quickie and that seemed like a room no one would be using.”

Payne gave him a knowing look. “Is that how it happened?”

“Not with me, God damn it. But if you think about it, it could have been how the killer got him in there.”