explain the voice message, but her shotgun and necklace at the scene? It was enough circumstantial evidence to make an arrest if they wanted to, regardless that she would never harm her only family.
“Circumstantial at best,” Trigger replied in a rather convincing tone. Devyn couldn’t help but seek out any doubt he may have, but either he truly believed she was innocent or he was just a damned good poker player behind those determined eyes. “Like I said before, I’ll make a call in to my employer and see if she knows anyone out this way—either a contact at the prosecutor’s office or a damned good lawyer who can advise you if they want to question you again.”
Devyn cringed when Trigger looked down at the boxes and files scattered on the floor of her office. He was going to ask questions and he wasn’t going to be happy with the answers. She really didn’t want to have this conversation now, so she stood up and decided facing the residents of Amberton was a hell of a lot better than discussing what was in those prefabricated cardboard storage containers.
“I need coffee to wash this headache away.”
“What you need is sleep,” Trigger replied, leaning back in the chair as if he had all the time in the world. “But first, I want to know what you’re looking for in these piles of papers. Aren’t these working orders from my garage?”
“Who called you?” Devyn asked, ignoring his suggestion regarding sleep as she realized that he wouldn’t be here unless someone notified him of Joey’s death last night. “Isaac?”
“No.” Trigger crossed his ankle over his knee, bringing an arm down by his side as Diesel made his way over to the chair. “I tried reaching Joey multiple times last week. We were going to talk about the garage. He didn’t return my calls. I’d just finished up an assignment with Red Starr in Nigeria, so I was given two weeks leave and I thought I’d use them wisely.”
“You take your promises way too seriously.” Devyn meant every word she said. Trigger was loyal to a fault and she was surprised it hadn’t bit him in the ass. “Mac wouldn’t have expected you to drive or fly all this way just because Joey didn’t return a few phone calls. Your parents could have checked on him or you could have just called me.”
Joey had always hung out at the garage back in the day when varsity basketball was out of season. Trigger and Joey had always talked about joining the Marine Corps together, dreaming big based on the stories Mac would tell while teaching them how to rebuild a transmission. It had all come crashing down for Joey for the most simplistic reason…he’d been allergic to bees. Who would have thought something so stupid would be listed on the medical screening of things to reject an applicant? That had been the start of Joey’s downfall and only she’d been the one left behind to record that fact.
“My parents have been at Disney World with my sister and her family,” Trigger replied, watching her carefully and making her slightly uncomfortable. She had enough to deal with. She didn’t need him prying into her business. “And you haven’t really been returning my texts these last few months, have you now?”
“John, we had sex…a couple of times,” Devyn said bluntly, hoping this would end his inquisition. “We were both satisfied with the situation and then we went our separate ways. Your promise to Mac to watch out for Joey has been fulfilled through and through. You gave him a job with good pay and great benefits. Now he’s gone—”
Devyn had to stop speaking when her voice cracked. She’d made it this far today. She’d wait for more privacy before she broke down. There was still quite a bit to do before she was given that gift of solitude.
“I was going to call you today,” Devyn divulged gently, not wanting Trigger to think she’d be so callous as not to notify him that his childhood friend had died. “Isaac offered and I told him I