Chapter Five
“I loved my father.” King Myers set his guitar down and walked off the stage of the empty Tate Valley Lounge. “I would never hurt him.”
“Would you mind clarifying some things for us please?” Alexis asked.
“Hey guys?” King turned to his band. “Let’s take five.”
His band mates broke off into their own conversations.
“We didn’t mean to interrupt your practice,” Penelope said. “But I’m sure you find this more important.”
They sat at the front table.
Alexis looked at King and he seemed to hold the same sincerity as Carolyn, but this wouldn’t be the first time in her career that she misjudged a possible murderer.
“I didn’t kill my father, okay?” King looked at his fingers. “Yes, we had a horrible argument. He cut me out of his will and I confronted him about it.”
Alexis lai
