Chapter 48

“I’m fine, thanks.”

Time seems to crawl by, though it can’t be more than a few seconds, maybe a minute at most. The three of them look at each other then look away, each waiting for another to speak first. Or maybe they’re waiting for Kylie to join them, but she has yet to make it downstairs.

Another minute passes, maybe more, and then Jim clears his throat. “How about I ask you a few questions first, Mrs. Simmons? Then I can speak with Kylie once she comes down.”

“Sure.” Mrs. Simmons crosses her arms, hands cupping her elbows as if she’s hugging herself. “Though I’m sure I already told you everything I know.”

“Alright, thank you.” With pen poised over his notepad, Jim asks, “Walk me through your evening, if you can.”

She frowns. “My evening?”

Alan chews the inside of his cheek in anxious frustration. This is a complete waste of time.

You didn’t have to come along, remember. You didn’t even have to come inside.