Page 250 of Secrets Hidden In The Glass

He was regretting more and more that he’d shared his theory. “Captain Bob was on the ferry that night.”

“Are you sure?”

“As sure as I can be.”

“That’s good, then.” She broke their connection and headed back to the table, covered the shredded cheese, and grabbed the salad dressing.

He clenched his jaw as she moved to the fridge to put the food away. “You’re not convinced.”

“You know more about this stuff than I do.” She closed the door. “But he knew which window had been broken. He pointed right at it and said Jeremy had done a good job fixing it.”

He scratched his head. “Last night’s the talk of the town. I’m willing to bet that by lunchtime, everyone in Sanderson knew which window was broken.”

She turned and held his gaze.

He jammed his hands in his pockets. “I’m not dismissing you, but you know how the rumor mill works around here. I’ll stop by and talk to him tomorrow.”

She nodded. “I’m sure I’m making this into a bigger deal than it is…”

He sighed as he held out his hand to her, well aware that she was struggling with being here at the house. It hadn’t been lost on him that every light had been turned on and every shade drawn when he pulled the Tahoe in the driveway. “We can go to Gwen’s.”

She shook her head adamantly as she walked to where he stood. “We’re staying here with Winston.”

He nodded, bringing her knuckles to his lips, not looking forward to where he was about to take their conversation, but she needed to know. “I love you.”

Her eyes went soft. “I love you too.”

He kissed her again. “I have something I need to tell you.”

Her shoulders snapped straight. “About the case?”

“Yeah. I talked to Neil Durst, the owner of On The Rocks.”

Her eyes widened. “Does he remember my mother?”

He nodded. “He said she was a good bartender—quiet and shy. She knew how to make an excellent drink.” He rubbed at his jaw, not quite sure how tell her the rest. “He thought he remembered Samantha’s boyfriend.”

“Oh, my God.” She pressed her free hand to her heart. “He knows who he is?”

“No, not exactly. He remembered a vague description—decent looking and fairly tall.” He steamed out another long breath. “Neil was thinking Samantha’s boyfriend might have been married. “

She yanked her hand away from his. “What?”

“He might have been married, Callie. He wore a ball cap and kept a low profile—had a tan line on his ring finger instead of a wedding band.”

“I—no.” She whirled, moving toward the table again. “Why would she do that?”

“It happens.”

She shook her head as she yanked up his dishes. “No.”

He rocked back on his heels, watching her set the plate and bowl in the sink with a snap. Christ, he hated this—upsetting her. “I called Danielle and ran the idea by her. She wasn’t entirely shocked. If you think about it, Samantha’s secrecy about her relationship makes a little more sense.”

She turned, staring at him. “We don’t know for sure. We can’t be certain…”

He sighed. “No, we can’t, but it adds up pretty neatly.”

She swallowed. “He had a wife—someone waiting at home for him while he was with my mother.”