I went and sat behind my desk as the detective and Grace took the two seats on the other side.
"Thank you for meeting with me, Mr. Stinger," the detective said.
"Call me Carson, detective." I glanced over at Grace who was still staring at me, that stunned expression remained on her face. God, she was even more stunning than I remembered, those eyes even more clear, her lips even prettier… I had thought about her so often during these last four and a half years. But my memory of her didn't do the reality justice. Was she really sitting in front of me right now? It felt like an out-of-body experience. Mission Get Detective Out, was underway.
"Okay, Carson, call me Kate," she said. "We won't take much of your time. We just have some questions about Mr. Garner."
"We?" I asked, glancing at Grace again.
"Yes, we. Ms. Hamilton is the prosecutor working on this case. I'm sorry, I thought you said you knew each other?"
I froze for a second, my eyes flying back to Grace and narrowing on her. Prosecutor? Oh fuck. Wait, could this be a good thing for Josh? My brain was going a million miles a minute. "It's been a while," I said gently, not looking away from Grace.
Kate was glancing back and forth between the two of us again. "Okay, well, I'll make this quick and you two can catch up." She smiled big and glanced between us both again.
Neither Grace nor I said anything, but Grace crossed her legs, seeming like she was relaxing a little bit. Kate cleared her throat. "Okay, Carson, I understand you were in the Navy with Mr. Garner and that you both moved here recently to work at Trilogy. Did he ever exhibit any behavior then, or recently, that seemed unusual to you?"
I focused in on Kate. "No."
She stared at me. "Care to elaborate?"
I leaned back in my chair. "Josh Garner has always been a stable man who acted sound of mind and body. I never observed any unusual behavior."
Kate nodded and jotted something on a small pad she had placed on her crossed knee.
"What kind of soldier was he?"
I furrowed my brow. "He was a trustworthy teammate who did his job well."
She nodded. "I'm assuming you were in situations where violence was necessary. How did he react to those situations?"
I glanced at Grace who was reaching into her bag for a pad and a pen too. As she took the pen in her hand, I noticed the slight tremor. I also noticed the ring on her finger. My heart dropped and I felt ice water rush through my veins. It's been almost five years. What would you expect? I locked my feelings down and looked back at Kate, trying to recall her question.
"In a professional manner. He did what he had to do to complete the missions we were on. If you're asking if he seemed to like the violent aspect of his job, the answer is no. He did what was required and no more or less than that."
"Any idea why he left the Navy?"
"He had served as a SEAL for ten years. He was ready to get back to civilian life, and his job here was a good offer. He didn't elaborate any more than that to me."
"Okay. Did you see him Sunday during the day or Sunday night?"
"He worked Sunday, but we didn't have very much interaction. I was mostly in the security rooms downstairs and he worked the casino floor."
Kate nodded again. "Good employee?"
"Very good employee."
"Did you socialize personally?"
"Not much since we've been in Vegas. We've both been busy."
Kate tapped her pen on her paper. "Okay, I think that's all I have for now." She put her pad and pen in her bag. "If I have any more questions, I'll be in touch." She smiled and stood.
Grace started standing too, but Kate put a hand on her arm. "Grace, I'll be in touch. Have a good rest of the day." She nodded to me and turned and walked to the door, opening it and closing it quietly behind her.
Grace stood up quickly. "Carson, what–"
I stood up at the exact same time. "Grace, how–"
We both laughed a little uncomfortably and then both went silent, just looking at each other.
"Hi, Grace," I smiled.
She let out a breath and smiled back. "Hi, Carson."
I came around my desk and sat down in the chair Kate had been previously occupying. Grace sat back down in her chair. I wanted to reach for her hands, but I didn't. I could still hardly believe she was real–sitting right here in front of me.
"You went into the Navy?" she asked softly, her eyes wide.
I nodded. "Yeah. Right after we left Vegas," I said.
Her brow furrowed and something that looked like hurt crossed over her face. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked.
"I tried, Grace, after I became a SEAL, I came to visit you, but... I saw you outside your apartment hugging your boyfriend and I thought it'd be better if I didn't…" I ran my hand over my short hair. "Anyway, I shipped out after that."
She stared at me, surprise and then confusion filling her eyes. "You came to see me?" she whispered. But then her brow immediately furrowed. "Wait, boyfriend?" she asked. "I didn't have a boyfriend while I was in D.C."
I was quiet for a minute, searching her face. I hung my head, closing my eyes briefly. "Shit. I thought for sure what I saw…" I shook my head slightly. "Shit." I didn't know what else to say. I looked back up at her. "He was a blonde guy… about my height."
She frowned. "That had to be Abby's boyfriend, Brian," she said quietly.
I closed my eyes again briefly, shaking my head. I couldn't even bear to think about it too much, regret over the missed opportunity crashing into me, even though it had happened so many years ago. Could things have been different? I wished I knew what Grace was thinking.
She sighed and gave a small shrug. "Well, thank you for… trying." She gave an uncomfortable laugh.
"I'm just sorry I didn't try harder," I said, meaning it with everything in me.
As I looked at her, taking in her professional suit, something occurred to me and I moved the feelings of regret aside, at least for the moment. "You didn't go into Corporate Law. You became a prosecutor," I said on a small smile.