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Chapter Six

Amanda had interviewed two of the bridesmaids and had two more to go. According to Betty and Anise, Kelly adored Raymond, couldn’t wait until the wedding and had intentionally planned the ceremony the week after the reunion so more of her former classmates could attend.

Amanda studied Mona, aware the blonde was only a year younger than her. Man, she felt old. More worried about dead bodies and missing young women rather than a date for a mani-pedi and highlights.

“Did you sense any trouble between Raymond and Kelly?” she asked.

Mona twisted a strand of hair around one finger, reminding Amanda of the way the girl had behaved in high school. She had been a huge flirt. All the guys had eaten out of the palm of her hand.

“They were the perfect couple,” Mona said, blinking back tears. “I just can’t believe she’s missing.”

“Raymond said that her ex-boyfriend, Terry Sumter, wanted to get back with her. Did she mention that to you?”

Mona sighed. “She said she’d heard from him, but she blew it off. Every couple of years, Terry would contact her and want to get together, usually after he’d broken up with his latest conquest.”

Amanda zeroed in on her word choice. “Conquest?”

She laughed softly. “Yes, he could be charming, and whenever he met someone new, he poured it on. But eventually the girls wised up to his slick moves. When he was drinking, he had a bad temper. That’s why Kelly broke up with him years ago.”

“Did he ever get physical with her?”

Mona chewed her lip as if debating on her response.

“Mona, just tell me the truth. If you think he might have hurt Kelly, I need to know.”

“Well, I can’t imagine him actually kidnapping her. But Eleanor and I saw him at the pub one night and he was pretty trashed, mouthing off. He blamed Kelly for his life falling apart.”

“Falling apart?”

“Yeah, he said she abandoned him, and after that his life spiraled downhill. Said he’d always wanted her. When she left, he didn’t trust women anymore.”

“That was her fault?”

“According to him, yeah. I think he just lost his job, too.”

“What did he do?”

“He worked in construction. I think he was about to get his own crew,” Mona said. “But it wasn’t Kelly’s fault he lost his job. He probably got caught drinking at work.”

Maybe. Still, if he blamed Kelly for his problems, maybe he had come after her to get revenge.

* * *

JUSTIN FINISHED INTERVIEWING the three groomsmen, not surprised that the men all vouched for Raymond. After the phone call identifying Tina Grimes, he was looking for a connection between the two cases. But Raymond had no reason to hurt Tina.

Of course the killer, Raymond or otherwise, could have murdered Kelly, hoping the police would assume she’d been taken by the same perp who’d kidnapped the other girls.

Glen Cates and Danny Latt had attended high school with Kelly and Raymond as well as Amanda, and, as teens, had formed a bond that, according to them, could not be broken. Lance Stephens had met Raymond in college and they were frat brothers, making their bond just as tight.

They also adamantly refuted the suggestion that Kelly might have cheated on Raymond, saying she was as devoted to him as he was to her.

Justin had never experienced that kind of devotion and wondered what it would be like.

Dammit, don’t let the case get to you. You like being alone.

Sure, occasionally he wanted a hot body to warm him at night. Amanda’s sexy face flashed in his mind, and for a brief second, he allowed himself to indulge in the idea of taking her to bed. Stripping her naked and tasting every inch of her. He’d bet his next dollar that she’d be as fiery and passionate in the sack as she was about police work.

But reality interceded. Facing the same woman day after day wasn’t on the agenda.

His job was his wife.

And the last thing he needed was to get his butt fired for making advances toward a female sheriff. These days a man had to be careful.

Had to protect his reputation.

He’d learned a long time ago that the only person he could count on was himself.

Turning his thoughts back to the case, he left the men in the front office, strode to the back and knocked on Amanda’s door. A second later, she opened it, ushering the young woman named Eleanor out.

“I’ve finished with the men,” he said.

“Let’s send them all home and interview Kelly’s ex-boyfriend, Terry Sumter.”

He agreed, but as his gaze met hers, his earlier thoughts taunted him. He’d tried to ignore those enormous eyes before, but now they intrigued him. Made him wonder what had made her so tough...and sexy at the same time.

An incredibly lethal combination.

She grabbed her jacket, and he dragged his mind away from sex and to the case.

“Thanks for coming in, everyone,” Amanda said. “Go home and get some rest.”

“Just let us know if you hear from Kelly,” Justin said.

Bleak faces stared back, the young women’s expressions full of fear as if they realized that they could become a victim just as easily as Kelly had. Especially if this criminal was choosing random women.

But he’d intentionally avoided linking Kelly’s disappearance to the others to avoid panic.

Raymond stood on shaky legs. “Please find her, Sergeant Thorpe and Sheriff Blair.”

Justin nodded and Amanda murmured she’d be in touch.

Raymond’s father guided his son out, talking in a hushed voice, trying to offer words of comfort that Justin was certain fell on deaf ears.

“God,” Amanda said as the door closed and they were left alone. “I’m afraid we may not be able to give him what he wants.”

Justin gritted his teeth. He knew exactly what she meant. Because Fisher wanted his fiancé back alive, saying her vows at their wedding. He and Amanda both knew that might not happen.

He might be burying her instead.

That is, if they found her body. So many victims had never been found or their bodies recovered.

Amanda rubbed the back of her neck, and he realized she looked tired. Hell, she was probably exhausted. It had been a long day.

And it wasn’t over.

Justin propped one hip against the desk. “We need to talk before we go.”

A streak of panic darkened Amanda’s face, and she poured another cup of coffee. She handed him a cup, then took hers and sank into her desk chair with a resigned sigh as if she knew he had bad news.