So much for her hope that he’d be wearing the incriminating sneakers. “We were wondering if we could have a word with you,” she said, trying to sound confident. It wasn’t going to help matters if Eddie realized her heart was pounding way too fast and her palms were sweaty. “What about?” Eddie glanced at the gold watch on his wrist. “Make it quick. I’ve got a date.” Clara opened her mouth, then shut it again. It was as if every word in the English dictionary had vanished from her mind. She felt Stephanie give her a sharp nudge in the side and opened her mouth again. “It’s about the night you hurt your wrist.” Eddie held up his bandaged wrist and stared at it. “What about it?” “Well, you told Molly that your girlfriend took you to the hospital around five thirty.” A group of guys strolled past them, one of them calling out to Eddie, “That your fan club, Hatchett?” The rest of the guys laughed, but Eddie wasn’t laughing. In fact, he looked as if he might explode any moment.
