The Competition - [38]

Bailey nodded. “I’m going to get some coffee. Want some?”

“Yeah, thanks,” Nick said.

“Want anything in it?” she asked.

Nick looked up and gave her a lazy smile. “Why don’t you just dip your little ol’ finger in it? That oughta sweeten it up for me, darlin’.”

It was a cheesy line, but Nick sold it. Maybe it was the accent, which sounded for real, but I had a feeling it was just Nick’s gift. And the proof was right there on Bailey’s face. She smiled and rolled her eyes. If any other guy had said that, she would’ve drilled him with a stare so cold his eyebrows would freeze.

For the next forty-five minutes, Bailey and I hovered as Nick worked on Otis’s laptop. Finally, he looked up and rubbed his face. “Other than that nasty photo of Logan, I’m not seeing anything suspicious. And I doubt he wiped anything. The kid didn’t even clear his search history. That’d be the least he’d do if he had anything to hide. I’ll take it deeper to make sure, but from what I’ve seen, if he wrote down any of his plans for the shooting he didn’t do it here.”

“Isn’t that kind of strange? I mean, wouldn’t you expect him to have something on his computer?” I asked.

“Back when not many folks knew how easy it was to find old emails and search trails I’d have agreed with you. But nowadays, everyone’s a lot smarter about that. Kids especially know there’s a good chance that anything they type can be found. Deleting don’t mean squat. So the long answer to your short question, ma’am, is no, I don’t think it’s strange. Not necessarily.”

I winced. “Nick, do you have to call me ‘ma’am’?”

“No, ma’-uh, no.” He smiled. “But why does that worry a pretty young thing like yourself?”

I tried not to smile back, I really did. But I could feel the grin spread across my face. And, of course, Graden chose that moment to walk out of his office, which was just ten feet from Bailey’s desk. There was no way he could’ve missed Nick’s flirty look, and I didn’t want to imagine what he could see in mine. “Hi!” I said, as I dialed up the wattage on my smile. “Nick’s checking out Otis’s laptop.”

Graden’s raised eyebrow said that wasn’t all Nick was checking out. “Anything?” he asked Nick.

Nick, smooth as glass, answered, “Not yet. Which means if there’s anything here, it’s buried pretty good.” He shook his head. “I’ll take this back to my office and keep working on it.”

Graden moved toward me and leaned in close. “How’ve you been?”

I shook my head. “Probably the same as you. And everybody else. Stressed. Angry. Frustrated. Sick.”

“You and Bailey going back to the Biltmore?” I nodded. “How about if I meet you there?”

“Sure,” I said.

Nick threw a glance at Graden and me as he finished packing up the laptop. It occurred to me that this was the first time Graden had acted like my boyfriend when we were at the station. I wondered if he was sending Nick a message. But Graden wouldn’t do that.

Would he?

23

It was close to midnight by the time we got to the Biltmore. Way too late for dinner, even at the bar. We’d have to fill up on appetizers and snacks. On the way there, I got a text from Toni saying she was on her way home from a date with J.D. and was wondering if we were still alive. When I told her we were-just barely-and that we were headed for the bar, she said she’d meet us there; we probably needed a little sane company.

“What’s up with that crack about ‘sane’ company?”

“Can’t imagine,” Bailey said. “She must not know I’m here.”

Toni had the bar to herself, and she’d already ordered our drinks-Ketel One martinis for herself, Bailey, and me, and a Dalwhinnie scotch on the rocks for Graden-and a double order of the standard assorted nuts and crunchy bar snacks.

We hugged and I slid into the booth across from her. “Hey, how’d you beat us here?”

“J.D. and I had dinner in the neighborhood. I had a feeling you guys would wind up here tonight.” Toni looked at us, sympathy in her eyes. “How’re y’all doing?”

She kept her voice low, though there was no one else around. I shook my head. “It can’t even be described, Tone. To say it’s the worst I’ve ever seen doesn’t begin to get there.”

Toni nodded. “I can’t-well, frankly I don’t even want to-imagine.”

Graden appeared. He gave Toni a hug and sat next to me.

I leaned in. “Has Vanderputz grabbed his face time with the press yet?”

Toni rolled her eyes. “Of course-”

“But he doesn’t know anything,” Graden said. He looked at me. “Unless you’ve been filling him in.”

“Yeah, ’cause I run to him every chance I get.”

“As if he needs to know something to justify a presser,” Toni said. “What’s wrong with you two? He didn’t say anything. Just said how his heart ached for the victims and their families and that he’d see to it the case was brought to a ‘swift and just conclusion.’”

That sounded about right. I dipped an olive into my drink. “Did the chief do a press conference?”

Graden nodded. “Just said the killers were at large and named Logan Jarvis as a ‘person of interest.’” Graden raised an eyebrow. “But it’s very reassuring to hear that Vanderhorn’s promising a ‘swift and just conclusion.’ With him hot on the trail it’ll be wrapped up in no time.”