“Hi, Beth this is Diamond I was wondering if I could have Lily’s number. I have a quick question for her.”
“Yes.” Beth gave her the number without questioning why Diamond wanted it.
“Thanks, Beth.” Diamond cut off the conversation before Beth could say anything. Feeling guilty, Diamond regretted being rude, but she had heard the laughter and music in the background and her stomach couldn’t take the images of Knox being there.
Her call to Lily was answered on the first ring.
“Lily, this is Diamond Richard. Do you remember me?”
“Of course. How are you?”
“I’m doing well. I have a quick question.”
“Okay.” Her sweet voice brought a true smile to Diamond’s face for the first time in weeks.
“When you were in high school, who was considered the bad boy in your age group? Someone that would freak a parent out if their daughter got involved with them?”
Silence met her answer. “Most of the boys in my class were pretty nice; they were into clothes as much as the girls.”
“How about a grade ahead of you then?”
“I can’t think of anyone that… wait a minute, there was someone, but he didn’t graduate with his class; he was a year ahead of Samantha and me and dropped out before graduation. I heard his grades were bad enough he would have to come back during summer school and he wasn’t going to do that, so he just dropped out completely.”
“Who?” The name Lily gave her convinced Diamond she was right in her assumptions.
“Thanks, Lily. That’s all I needed to know. How’s school?”
“Good. I’m glad I only have a year left after this semester, I’m getting sick of being away from home.” Diamond heard the homesickness in her voice.
“I understand. Just hang in there. It will be worth it when you graduate.”
“I will.” They talked for several minutes more before they hung up. Diamond got up from her couch and put the melting ice cream back into the freezer.
She went into the bedroom to put on her tennis shoes then grabbed her keys before she went outside. It was getting dark. Almost deciding to turn around and wait until tomorrow, Diamond got into her car, curiosity driving her to lose her commonsense about finding their home in the dark.
She had to know for sure if she was right because, if she was, she had just found out who was responsible for Samantha Bedford’s death.
Chapter Seventeen
“Who was that?” Razer asked.
Beth sat, staring at her phone with a hurt expression on her face.
“Diamond Richard,” she said, glancing at Knox who was sitting across the table from her, eating his dinner.
“What did she want with Lily’s number?” Shade and Knox both stopped eating at Razer’s question.
“I don’t know. She hung up before I could ask.”
They continued eating until Razer couldn’t avoid the glares from the men sitting at the table.
“Maybe you should call and find out,” Razer suggested.
Beth picked up her phone and called her sister while the men waited impatiently for several minutes until Beth hung up.
“What did she want?” This time it was Knox who asked.
“She wanted to know if there was a boy in her and Sam’s class that would freak a parent out if their daughter became involved with them.”
“Was there?” Knox asked, getting a sick feeling in his gut.
“Yes.”
“Who was it?”
“Dustin Porter.”
*
Diamond pulled her car in front of the Porter’s house. The older, wooden house’s front porch was lit with a spotlight, showing not only the front porch, but a great expanse of the yard. When Diamond got out of her car, almost blinded by the light, the door opened and a man came outside to stand on the porch.
“Is that you, Ms. Richards?”
“Yes, Dustin.” Diamond licked her lips. “Can I talk to you for a few minutes?”
He lowered the shotgun he was holding. “Sure, come on in.”
Diamond walked up the short flight of steps to the front porch. Dustin’s face was in the shadows as if he suspected why she was there, making her unable to read his feelings on her being there. Diamond walked into the old fashioned living room that had a braided rug on the floor and an old, flowered print couch.
“Where are your brothers and sister?” Diamond questioned, going into the living room, regretting her decision for coming out alone to his house. She should have gone to the sheriff, however she’d been too excited at the prospect of being right to think of what she was doing.
“They went into town to see a movie. Not much else to do on a Friday night,” Dustin replied.
“I’ve been finding that out myself. I’m from Jamestown; it’s not much bigger, but at least it has a little more entertainment than Treepoint does.” She made an effort to keep the conversation casual until she could get out of the situation she had placed herself in.