Quinn buried her head in her hand. “I don’t like it, Bo.”
His eyes left the road long enough to glance her direction. “Don’t like what?”
“Everyone still thinks Roman is to blame for what happened. It’s not right. You’re creating a false sense of security. What if he slips past those police officers?”
“By ’he’ you mean Roy?”
“Roy just said he was there right before Evie’s murder. Mrs. Healy said she didn’t see any other vehicles pass by her house, which means, Roy was the last person seen coming and going, just like she said.”
Bo pulled the truck to a stop in front of Quinn’s parents’ house. “I’m going to talk to Mrs. Healy now. And no, I’m not taking you with me this time. I want to see if she tells me the same story she told you.”
“If you learn anything new, will you call me?”
He nodded. She stepped out of the truck. Before the door closed, he added, “I probably won’t see you tonight.”
She tilted her head to the side, confused. Why was he telling her this? They hadn’t made plans. “Oh ... kay.”
“What I mean to say is, Simone’s back in town. We’re, ahh ... going out later.”
Quinn tried to respond, but the words wouldn’t come.
Say something. You look like an idiot standing here!
“How about we talk more tomorrow?” he asked.
“Yeah, okay. Have a good time on your date.”
Have a good time on your date?
Nice.
She shut the truck door, started walking. Bo’s truck idled in the background, not moving, just sitting there. Why hadn’t he left yet? What was he doing? Watching? Waiting? Had he expected her to say something more?
It was impulsive and none of her business, but she pivoted and walked back to the truck anyway. He looked like he’d anticipated the move, which she found irritating. When the window came down, she blurted, “Do you love her?”
Once the words left her lips, she experienced an immediate sense of regret. “I mean ... nothing. Forget I asked. Never mind.”
Bo tapped a pair of nervous fingers on the dashboard. “Would it bother you if I did?”
He was avoiding, answering a question with a question. Two could play. “I take it that’s your way of saying yes?”
He looked at her. “Why do you always assume things?”
“You didn’t say no.”
“I didn’t say yes either.”
“Which is it then?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know, Quinn. You’re putting me on the spot here.”
“You’re right. I’ll talk to you later.”
She was certain he muttered a few final words before putting the truck in gear and pulling away. Standing there, watching the tailgate fade in the distance, she felt a curious feeling of unrest. Only this time, it wasn’t just for Evie.