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“Are you a cop?” he asked. “That’s a cop car out front, isn’t it? I can tell because it’s got those little hubcaps and the big antenna on the back.”
“Yes,” she said. “I’m a cop.”
“Cool,” he said. “How fast can your car go?”
“I’ve never driven it flat out, but it can go pretty good.”
“You ever chased anybody with it?”
“Not that car. But back when I was in uniform, in a regular police car, I chased a couple of people.”
“I’d like to do that,” Matthew said.
“You have to be really careful, though,” Wedmore said. “If the chase starts getting too dangerous, innocent people can get hurt.”
Keisha said, “Sweetheart, why don’t you go to your room while we finish up talking with the detective.”
“You have to help me with my math,” he said.
“We can do that later, okay?”
“Okay,” he said, and walked away.
“Nice boy,” Wedmore said.
Keisha felt a lump in her throat. “Yes.”
“Lots of questions about the car, but he wasn’t the slightest bit interested in why I might be here.”
“He likes cars,” Kirk said. “Gonna grow up to be a real car nut, I bet. Kind of like me. You see those wheels over there? They’re for my truck.”
Wedmore persisted with Keisha. “So, Ms. Ceylon, you didn’t answer my question.”
“I’m sorry, I kind of lost track there.” Except she hadn’t.
“Don’t you think it’s curious you’d go to all the trouble of reminding Mrs. Beaudry about the time she asked you for your business card, just before I was going to question you about why Mr. Garfield had one on him?”
Keisha said nothing. Kirk filled the silence. “Like I said before, the woman’s a total Froot Loop. I mean, no disrespect intended, and Keisha, she does her best with these nutcases, but come on, you really going to believe anything a woman says who thinks she was Emily Lockhart or whoever you said?”
Wedmore asked him, “So you think Mrs. Beaudry is wrong? That she never did take a card from Ms. Ceylon, and never did give it to her brother?”
Kirk made a face that suggested his brain was hurting. “Oh, well, that part, that part sounds about right.”
“Mrs. Beaudry strikes me as a—what’s the word—suggestible woman,” Wedmore said to Keisha. “Would you agree with that?”
“Not . . . necessarily.”
“I’m thinking, it wouldn’t be that hard to plant an idea in her head. That’s what I’m thinking you did with the card. You made her think you gave her a card, when you never gave her one at all.”
“I gave her one,” Keisha said forcefully. “I’m sure I did.”
“A couple of minutes ago, you didn’t have any memory of doing that.”
“You’ve reminded me of some things, that’s all. There’s been a lot going on. I’m still not over being taken into that house, seeing all that blood.”
“Sure, I can understand how upsetting it would be to see that again.”
Keisha turned on her and said sharply, “I told you, I was never there. You hear me? Never. You may think that stupid little card puts me there, but that’s bullshit. Complete and total bullshit.”
“Yeah,” Kirk said.
Now Keisha looked at him, just as angrily. “Don’t you have something to do? An errand to run? A delivery?”
He blinked. “Yeah, I do.” He nodded at Wedmore. “I should get going.”
“I have you blocked in,” Wedmore said. “I’ll come out with you.”
Kirk threw on his coat, pulling it down at the bottom to make sure it covered the bulge of cash. He checked the pocket to make sure he had his keys and said, “So, Keesh, be back in a bit, okay?”
He went out the door, followed by Wedmore. Keisha, worried about anything he might say to the detective, stepped outside, wrapping her arms around herself against the cold.
“You don’t have to worry about Keisha,” Kirk said. “She’s a good person.”
“I’m sure,” Wedmore said as they approached the truck. “This what you have to deliver?”
She pointed to the bag in the cargo bed.
“Huh?” Kirk said, his hand on the door handle.
“This bag here?”
“More drop off than deliver. Just getting rid of some garbage.”
“They don’t have pickup on this street?” Wedmore asked.
“Oh sure, but sometimes, you have a lot of stuff, you don’t want to wait for garbage day.”