CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“OKAY.” CECE SAT IN the interrogation room, shrugging. “I met Lang while I was with PC Express. I barely remember her.”
“Bullshit.” Connie stood beside him. “Since when do you ever forget a beautiful woman?”
He c****d his head in her direction. “You have a point there, Detective.”
Dee asked from across the table, “Did you see Lang Latimer the night she died?”
“Here we go again.” His eyes followed Connie as she walked around the room. “Because I met her while I was a salesman for only about two weeks I might add, I killed her?”
Connie crossed her arms. “Why didn’t you tell us you knew her?”
“I didn’t have to.” He pulled at his collar. “Is there a law that every person who met Lang has to tell you?”
“It doesn’t seem realistic that this is a coincidence,” Dee said.
