CHAPTER THREE
“GRAYSON, WE’RE NOT here to stroll down Memory Lane,” Dee said. “Autumn Stuart is dead and we’re on the case.”
He sat back, mouth open. “What did you say?”
“Autumn Stuart is dead,” Connie repeated. “Her property manager found her this evening. She’d been strangled.”
“Oh my god.” Grayson covered his mouth, rocking forward. “Jesus Christ, who would do something like that?”
“That’s our job to find out,” Dee said. “Her property manager says you and her were dating.”
“Yes.” He gripped the edge of the table, holding a deadpan expression. “For about three months, but it ended.”
Dee got out her notepad. “How did it end?”
“Uh...” He fidgeted, eyes moving from left to right. “It just ended.”
“Relationships don’t just end, Grayson,” Dee said. “Is there something you’re hiding?”
