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been a little later. About ten thirty.”
Travis could feel the tension vibrating through Aubrey’s body.
“And where did you see him?”
“Out–Outside the ladies’ room.”
Her voice quivered and Travis wanted to pick her up and cuddle her to his chest. Clearly she was terrified of the police. She’d had a very different upbringing in Chicago than he’d had in Montana. Perhaps her memories of law enforcement weren’t as positive as his own.
“Did you speak to him, Miss Grayson?” the detective pressed, his lips a straight line. Travis didn’t like the way the man was looking at Aubrey.
“She doesn’t even know–” began Travis but she shushed him, shaking her head.
“Yes, I did speak to him but only for a moment.”
She hadn’t mentioned anything about it when she’d rejoined him. As shy as she was there was no way Aubrey had approached Bruce. He had to have talked to her first.
“And what did you talk about?”
That was a really good question. One that Travis wanted answered as well. Bruce had considered himself something of a ladies man and Travis had an idea of what might have transpired between them.
More trembling and then Aubrey took a deep breath. “He recognized me across the room. We went to school together in Chicago.”
Travis froze and stared down at the beautiful woman next to him. “You knew him?”
Nodding, she placed her hand on his. “That’s one of the things I wanted to tell you. We went to the same junior high and high school.”
“Did you date Mr. Livingston, Miss Grayson?” the detective asked, obviously trying to get their attention back on him.
Aubrey wrinkled her nose at the suggestion. “No! I barely knew him. He was two years ahead of me but I knew of him I guess you could say. But I’m not sure we ever even spoke to one another although we had some mutual…friends.”
Prather’s gaze flickered to Travis and then back to Aubrey. “We have witnesses that place you and Mr. Livingston in the alcove outside the ladies room arguing about an hour before his body was found. Is that true?”
Of course it wasn’t true. Eye witness accounts were notoriously faulty and should never be relied upon.
Sagging against him, her lips turned down in what looked like defeat.
“Yes. Yes, it is true.”
* * *
Aubrey had managed to shock Travis, the unshakable man.
She hadn’t wanted him to hear about Bruce and her past…this way. Her mind raced as she tried to find a way to explain the situation without spilling her guts about things that didn’t – or shouldn’t – matter. Her past was none of the detective’s business.
But she better think fast because it was obvious she was a suspect.
“What did you argue about Miss Grayson? Specifically, please.”
Her nails dug into her palms and her heart pounded against her ribs. It was her worst nightmare come to life.
“Bruce…Mr. Livingston, I mean, made a pass at me and I declined.”
It was the truth although she’d left out the ugly backstory.
“And he was angry about that?”
“Yes. Very angry. He grabbed my arm.”
She held up her arm to show off the already visible bruises. Travis’s grip tightened on her shoulder and she could feel the rage radiating off of him.
“I’d like our crime lab guys to get a picture of those bruises if you don’t mind. So what happened after that?”
“He pushed me against a wall and I kneed him in the balls. He said some nasty words and I walked away. That’s it.”
“Good for you,” Travis approved. “Everyone knows what Bruce was like. Talk to anyone, Detective, they’ll tell you that he could be handsy and ignore the boundaries of good taste. I doubt Aubrey was the first woman to have to fight him off.”
Awash in guilt that Travis was defending her when he didn’t know the entire story, she avoided meeting his gaze, looking intently over the detectives shoulder although there wasn’t really anything to see.
“Did anything else