I watch that girl walk out the door, my thoughts muddled. When I turn back around I see Miller looking at me with a smile on her face.
"What?" I ask her.
"Just wondering why you were so quick to agree to go to Rebecca's later on? I usually have to drag you practically kicking and screaming to do anything social."
How can I answer her when I don't even know the answer myself?
So I take the cowards way out and shrug like I don't give a damn. "She hasn't lived here very long, compared to the other residents. Could be she has something to hide."
Miller's mouth opened in surprise. "You don't think...I mean you don't actually think Rebecca could have..."
"I don't know what I think right now. But I DO know that I need to investigate any possible lead."
Miller looked troubled. Good. She should be. Because like it or not it was very likely that one of these people that she considered to be a friend had committed a monstrous crime. And the sooner she got that thought through her head the better.
"Do you want me to come with you?" she asked tentatively.
I shake my head. "No. I can handle this one myself. I'd like you to go back down and check out the beachfront again, by the cliffs. See if anything comes up, anything we may have missed the first time around."
She nods, then walks out to the living room to say her goodbyes to the Latimer family.
I have no idea why I agreed to go to that girl's shop today. I can say whatever I want to Miller, act as suspicious as I please, but if I'm honest with myself I know that questioning that girl about the Latimer case has nothing to do with it. It has more to do with the way she made me feel when she walked into the room. Like she was sunshine, personified. The whole bloody place lit up. And I can't understand why.
But I need to find out.
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