aimed her phone at the two medical examiners arriving at the scene.
At any other time, Raina would have laughed at her friend’s antics. The floating sensation left her body. This was normal. This she understood. The more Eden pretended to be absorbed in her phone, the more the police should worry. She was probably using the video camera feature to record the police activities and any conversation within earshot. Raina walked back to the front counter and peered inside the office.
The policewoman tucked her notepad and digital recorder under her arm. “Give us a call if you remember anything else. Do you need to call someone for a ride home?”
Gail brushed a strand of hair back with a shaky hand. “My husband is out of town. I can get home.”
The policewoman shook her head. “I don’t think you’re in any condition to be driving.”
“I’ll drive you home,” Raina called out.
The policewoman squinted at her. “I don’t think you should be driving either. I’ll find an officer to take both of you home after I get your statement.”
Raina gestured behind her. “My friend is in the lobby. She can take both of us home.”
The policewoman stood up and looked over the counter. She frowned as she watched Eden working her cell phone and whispered into her walkie talkie. She gestured for Raina to come inside the office.
Raina gave her contact information and described what happened after she set foot inside the building.
“What were you doing here this late in the day?” the policewoman asked, her expression more guarded than she’d previously shown.
“He sent me a text asking to meet with me. I thought he forgot to give me something when I met with him about my classes the day before.” Raina hadn’t technically lied.
“I see.” The policewoman studied her.
Raina bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from talking to fill the silence. She clamped her hands together to resist the urge to fidget and tried to slow her breathing.
After asking the same few questions again in more creative ways over the next hour, the policewoman said, “We’ll be in touch if we have further questions.”
Raina grabbed Gail’s elbow and guided her into the lobby. The woman was still trembling. Eden glared at the pug-faced policeman still standing sentry in the hall. Her phone was M.I.A.
Eden wrapped her arms around Raina. “Ready to go home?” she asked, her eyes softening with concern.
Raina nodded. “Where’s your phone?”
Eden jerked her thumb at the policeman. “Mr. Pug took it.”
Raina looked behind her. Matthew kept his eyes on the three of them as he talked to the policewoman. They both had on professionally blank expressions. When she met his dark eyes, she shivered. What was her ex-boyfriend doing in Gold Springs? And with the police no less.
4
NO NEWS IS BAD NEWS
R aina jerked up , heart racing and fists clutching the tangled lavender cotton sheets. She flicked on the lamp and looked around her bedroom. As her eyes inventoried her belongings, her heart rate slowed and her chest stopped heaving. The digital alarm clock next to the lamp read 3:30 A.M.
She flopped back onto the queen-sized mattress and stared at the whirling ceiling fan, trying to keep her thoughts away from what had happened a few hours ago. Her sweat-drenched body eventually cooled and Raina padded to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Leaning against the counter, she kept seeing the still body.
She sniffed. How could Holden be dead? He’d spoken to her just yesterday morning. They’d sat next to each other. He’d touched her. A tear leaked out the corner of an eye. Darn allergies. Her conscience chafed at the evening spent laughing with Eden about the pregnancy lie. With shaking hands, she set the glass on the table, grabbed a tissue, and blew her nose. Holden didn’t have any family left, just a few distant cousins. Would anyone plan a memorial service for him?
Placing the cool glass on her forehead, Raina closed her