His eyes widened a tad, but he followed me. The room was quiet until he stepped inside. Vinnie gave him a wide smile, while BettyJo invited him to take a seat. “You’re just in time, Detective. We were talking about you just before you called. Perfect timing,” she said. His brows rose, his eyes scanned the three of us, and he waited. It was a cop thing. They wait, and wait, and, well, you get the idea. They figure you’ll crack sooner or later. His gaze landed on Vinnie and stayed there. When she didn’t utter a sound, he said, “What’s this all about?” “We know who the blonde is,” Vinnie said. “So do I,” he remarked. “Eliza Vanderkemp is her name. How did you find out? No, never mind, Vin,” he said with a shake of his head. “I don’t want to know.” “That’s not all,” I interrupted. “She’d had a fling with Joshua Hardin, the bloodhound look-alike I told you about.” He inclined his head, gave a light sigh, and asked, “Uh, huh, what else?” “Instead of Melina telling you, why don’t you share what you know and get it over with?”
