“I don’t understand,” I mutter and slowly lift my head. “What could they want with me?”
Heath shrugs his shoulders and pours me another shot of whiskey. “That girl died. I’m sure they want to tie up any loose ends. Maybe try to figure out how you knew her and how she OD’d.”
Sadie was completely wasted. More than when I fucked her a while back. Was it nine months ago? I try to remember where we were when I met her. It was cold. And snowing. We were in Philadelphia for the first leg of our tour, and it was right after Thanksgiving last year. Holiday lights were everywhere, so it was definitely before Christmas.
Exactly nine months ago.
“Oh my God,” I murmur.
Heath stiffens in front of me, and his eyes focus over my right shoulder. “Ma’am?” he says, addressing whoever is behind me.
Peggy.
I rub my hands over my face and inhale deeply.
“Garrett?” Without turning, I can picture her confused and worried face. She and I are rarely here at the same time, but when we are, she’s like a second mother to me. She takes care of everything and adds her extra-special motherly touch. Fresh meals, clean sheets and warm smiles. I never tell her this, but being around her completely grounds me when I’m home. Something I don’t get with anyone.
“Hey, Peggy,” I say and push the empty glass from me. I’m suddenly embarrassed that I’m a little buzzed and ashamed about the birth certificate she knows nothing about.
“Is everything okay?” she asks hesitantly, and she moves to the end of the island, transferring her gaze between Heath and me.
“I should go—somewhere,” Heath says and backs away.
“No!” I say, startling all of us. His eyes widen and he shakes his head slowly. “You don’t know your way around the house.” He looks confused at my feeble attempt to keep him in the room with me and Peggy.
She tenses and reaches for my arm. Her cool hand grabs my wrist and I stiffen. “Garrett, what’s going on?” Her tone feels accusatory, and I pull my wrist from her grip.
“Nothing,” I snap. “We had some free time today, and Heath wanted to see my place.” I glare at Heath and expect him to corroborate my lies.
He turns to look out the window. “Hey, is that a pool house?” He quickly makes his way to the back door that leads to the backyard and the indoor pool at the back of my property. The door closes before I can stop him.
Peggy moves to fill the space where Heath was before. Her worried eyes find mine. “Garrett, I’ll ask you again, is everything okay?” she asks and reaches across the granite to cover my hand with hers.
“Not exactly.”
She raises her brow and squeezes my hand tightly as the front door chimes.
“I’ll get the door.” She walks toward the front of the house and turns to address me. “Are you here?” she asks, knowing that I frequently tell her to send people away.
“Yes,” I answer reluctantly. I know who’s outside my door.
I hear the door open and several voices outside. “We’re here to see Garrett Armstrong.”
Peggy gets flustered and escorts them toward the kitchen. Her eyes are now wide with worry. “Um, Garrett, the police are here to see you.”
Two uniformed police officers enter, followed by a woman dressed in plain clothes. Is she a detective? My heart jumps in my chest as the situation begins to feel more suspicious.
“Mr. Armstrong?” One of the police officers walks toward me, and I instinctively back up, defensive.
“Yes, how can I help you?”
“We were told that your friend, Heath Strickland, is also here. We’d like to question both of you regarding the death of Sadie Moore.”
Peggy quickly walks to the back door. “He’s out back. I’ll get him.” The look on her face indicates alarm and fear.
“I’m Officer Andrews and this is Officer Newman.” I nod toward the police officers and look at the woman behind them. “This is Nicole Thomas. She’s the social worker assigned to the case.”
Social worker?