CHAPTER 22
I TRIED TO answer Black, but no sound came out. After a hasty swallow, I managed a broken whisper. “Angie had Beau’s keys in her hand when we found her.”
“When we found her? I thought you found her alone?” Black asked.
A tear rolled down my cheek and plopped onto the shiny wooden table. “Beau was with me. We found her together.”
“And why was he with you?”
“We were downstairs in the pool house, uh, talking.”
“The kind of talking that doesn’t require many clothes?”
Now I couldn’t speak at all, so I just nodded.
“For f**k’s sake. Why the hell didn’t you tell us this before?”
“I was scared, okay? I don’t want Beau going to prison, because I’m sure he didn’t kill Angie. He was as shocked as me when we found her.”
Black spoke through clenched teeth, anger rolling off him. “S
