CHAPTER TWENTY
“HART CARROLL?” JONATHAN sat at the table in his lab, scribbling figures in a notebook. “Never heard of him.”
“He owns the property Autumn lived in.” Connie walked through the aisles of plants, peeking inside the plastic bins.
Jonathan turned his chair straight ahead, shooting a lustful gaze at Dee. “What does this have to do with Autumn’s murder?”
“We spoke to her neighbor.” Dee faked a cough, the scene of Jonathan pleasuring Asia flashing in her head. “She says LJ Witt, the man who lived in the house before Autumn and Carroll didn’t get along. Yet, Carroll acted like he barely knew Witt.” She moved from the door but kept her distance. “We wondered if Autumn mentioned anything to you about Witt or Carroll.”
“Nope.” He shook his head.
“We found out Carroll lied about n
