The sidewalk outside the restaurant was crowded with other people, and there was a substantial amount of traffic on the street despite the hour. Or maybe because of it. The west side of Los Angeles attracted people who liked to have a good time.“That guy did seem to be in mourning.” Matt moved slightly behind me to let a couple going the other way get by.“Yeah. I don’t know how much was genuine. I’ll have to find out.”Matt was right beside me again, his arm around my shoulder. “Be careful. Genuine mourning or not, he still could have killed her.”“Duh.” Humor filled my voice.He laughed, then said, “Okay, Lauren, I know you’re not stupid. Foolish, sometimes, maybe—but not stupid. You’ll still keep me informed about what you learn about him, and anyone else you think could have killed Bethany?”Repetitious, yes, but at least he��d phrased it as a question this time. I also knew he was only behaving this way because he gave a damn about me. “Sure.” It was time to change the subject.
