Page 61 of Villainous Mind
“You should have told me, not gone behind my back, and definitely not resorted to violence.”
“I know,” he said simply. “I’m sorry.”
“You can’t do something like that again.”
“I won’t, I promise.” He stood up and hugged me tightly, releasing me after a bit. His face solemn. “Thank you for not answering the door.”
I shook my head. “You asked me not to.”
I didn’t want to remain mad. There was no point, and the news from Sam left me feeling off-kilter. I missed every sign of that relationship. Was I missing something in ours? The perfect bliss I felt when I woke up this morning suddenly seemed marred.
* * *
Morgan Davies waitedfor me at our table in the corner. The pub was practically empty at this time of the day, and only a few patrons sat at the bar.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” I said, sitting down.
Morgan’s eyes tracked to the stool where Rhys sat beside the other customers.
“Is he going to watch us the entire time,” he asked, his finger tracing the rim of the glass of his tonic and lime.
“He won’t bother us.”
“I got a text from my ex-wife,” he said shortly.
“I should have told you I was going to see her when I was in London. I’m sorry.”
He waved his hand dismissively. “What did she say?”
“Not much. She thought I was interviewing her about a possible COSCA award and was quite disappointed to find out I wasn’t.”
“That sounds like her. Anything else?”
“Nothing except to say I looked sad and try to take me on as a client.”
That got a smile from him. “I’ve begun to interview the first two families over again. I’m starting from scratch to ensure nothing was missed, and I have my PC’s going house to house.”
“Did you ever find the journal Bryn Lloyd tore her letter from?”
“Bryn is not a victim, Navy. She ran away. You have to let it go. We can’t afford to waste any of our resources unless it pertains to the case.” His blue eyes pleaded with mine.
“I know.”
“But to answer your question. No. We never found a journal. She most likely took it with her.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked. “I feel so useless. Is there a plea I can put out to the public in an article?”
“Leave the investigating to us,” he said, laying his hand over mine. “I’ll let you know if I have anything you can report.” He stood up to leave. “There is one thing?”
“What?”
“We’re going to question Rhys again. There was a question with his alibi. I didn’t want you to be caught off guard.”
I felt my mouth go dry. “Thank you,” I croaked out. He left, and Rhys walked over to the table.
“Is everything all right? You’ve gone a bit pale.”
“Yes,” I said, smiling. “I’m fine.” I took a sip of water.