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hear,” I said, managing to sound compassionate. “You should wait outside.”

      “I’m fine,” he told me.

      “No, really, I insist,” I said.

      Ty ignored me and asked the detective, “What sort of poison?”

      Shuman checked his notes. “The lab is still working on the tox screen.”

      “So you’re investigating the caterer?” I asked.

      I hated to throw Marilyn what’s-her-name in front of the bus, but the police probably already had her at the top of their list.

      “Right now,” Detective Madison said, looking smug and pointing a stubby finger at me, “we’re investigating you.”

      “Me?” I exclaimed. I tried for innocent outrage, but didn’t quite pull it off.

      “What can you tell us about yesterday?” Shuman asked.

      “Nothing.” Okay, that sounded kind of guilty.

      “Nothing?” Madison snorted a laugh. “Well, let me tell you something about yesterday. You were seen entering the loading dock.”

      That fat cow Rita must have ratted me out.

      “Even though you knew the stockroom and store were off-limits,” Madison added. “And you were seen at the caterer’s food station, messing around with those fruit bouquets.”

      Oh my God. Oh my God. The fruit bouquets—Mom’s fruit bouquets. I didn’t want to tell Madison they were from my mom’s business. He’d be all over that. I couldn’t let him drag her into a murder investigation.

      “I was just checking them out,” I explained. “I thought I recognized the caterer. Marilyn something-or-other.”

      I’m dying for a Snickers bar now.

      “So the caterer can vouch for you?” Shuman asked, his pen poised over his notebook.

      This wasn’t good. This definitely was not good. The caterer couldn’t vouch for me because she hadn’t even known I was there.

      So what could I say but, “Sure?”

      “Nobody saw you during the luncheon,” Madison told me. “You want to explain where you were?”

      I couldn’t explain. Not now. Not in front of Ty. I couldn’t admit to all the problems I’d caused—which hadn’t seemed like such a big deal at the time—and have everybody know what I’d done. The reasons—which were perfectly logical yesterday—seemed pretty lame right now.

      “You were seen on the video surveillance tape going into the loading dock,” Madison said. “But you weren’t seen again until after Claudia Gray was murdered. Surveillance tape doesn’t lie.”

      Damn that videotape. I always forgot about it.

      “Well, Miss Randolph?” Madison sneered, like he knew I didn’t have a good explanation.

      Shuman looked at me weird now. So did Ty.

      Where was Sarah Covington? She was always interrupting Ty. Why couldn’t she show up the one time I needed her?

      I had to tell them something. What sort of explanation could I give? Alien encounter? Out-of-body experience? Cramps?

      “Okay, well, when I was in the loading dock, I heard a noise—a strange noise—in the stockroom,” I said. It didn’t come off as a total lie, which I was thankful for.

      Detective Shuman leaned forward a bit, as if I were about to reveal something significant. Madison looked disappointed that I might.

      “What sort of noise?” Madison demanded.

      “Don’t get all excited,” I told him. “I’m not going to solve this case for you, too.”

      Shuman stifled a laugh and Madison narrowed his already beady eyes at me. I could only imagine the flak Madison had taken, after what had happened last fall.

      “It was kittens,” I announced. “I heard kittens in the stockroom, so I went to investigate.”

      Okay, it was possible. I’d seen birds flying around in one of those home improvement stores, and once I’d seen a stray dog that had gotten into the food court at the Grove shopping center.

      “Kittens,” Madison repeated, not bothering to hide his doubt.

      Shuman looked at me really weird now. So did Ty.

      “A big party going on outside, food, a fashion show, a prize raffle, and you’re in the stockroom the whole time, looking for kittens,” Madison said.

      “I’m an animal lover,” I told him. “I’ve been in parades and everything.”

      “So, where are these kittens now?” Madison wanted to know.

      I rolled my eyes as if the answer should be obvious—I was getting really good at this police questioning thing—and said, “I couldn’t find them. That’s why I was in the stockroom the entire time.”

      “Until you heard screams coming from the store?” Shuman asked.

      “Exactly.”

      I could feel Ty glaring at me. I didn’t dare look at him.

      “Well, then,” Madison declared, “maybe we need to get Animal Control out here and find those kittens.”

      I could seriously kill someone for a Snickers bar right now.

      “Maybe we need to keep the store shut down until we find them,” Madison said.

      No, no, no!

      “Not so fast,” Ty said. “Look, Detective, I’ve cooperated with you throughout this entire investigation, but I will not allow this store to be closed another day. Not for a litter of kittens.”

      “They’re probably gone now, anyway,” Shuman said. “After all the chaos yesterday, the mom moved them.”

      Madison looked as if he wanted to murder him for speaking up. I could have kissed him.

      I popped out of my chair while I had the chance.

      “I have to get to work,” I said.

      Ty got up when I did. I guess he was antsy about sitting there any longer. He hadn’t been on his cell phone for a good ten minutes.

      He opened the door and there stood Sarah Covington. She looked right through me. The two of them drew together as if they were magnetized and moved down the hallway a few feet, Sarah talking low and urgently, Ty listening carefully.

      You’d think since she was a vice president she could make a decision or two on her own, without dragging Ty into every little thing that came along. I was thinking she just made up problems to take to him.

      “I know about Claudia Gray and your boyfriend,” Detective Madison called.

      How had he found out so quickly that Ty and Claudia used to date?

      I turned and saw Madison still seated at Jeanette’s desk, still watching me, still looking smug. I guess he expected me to go back into the office, after hearing that comment. But no way was I getting close to him again.

      Madison smirked. “Claudia was quite the looker. On the covers of all the big magazines. Appearing at those fashion shows. Everybody probably wondered what Cameron saw in you.”

      My stomach jerked into a knot and my cheeks heated up.

      Madison hoisted himself out of the desk chair and walked over to me.

      “You must have wondered the same thing yourself,” he added, looking me up and down.

      I knew he was comparing me to Claudia, and I wished I could say it didn’t matter. But it did. I knew how gorgeous she was. I didn’t need Madison to tell me I didn’t measure up.

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