If I Should Die_ A Novel of Suspense - Allison Brennan [144]
But Lucy caught what he’d said. “She was sleeping? You went into your room?”
“I opened the door and saw her lying on her side, curled up like she sleeps. I let her rest. But when she didn’t come down by five, I went back to wake her up and she—” He broke off.
Trevor had put himself at the scene of the crime during the window when Vanessa was murdered.
“Are you sure she was asleep?” Lucy asked.
“I don’t understand, of course she was asleep.”
He could have been mistaken. She could have been dead, but looked asleep. The eyes often opened as the muscles in the lids contracted during early stages of rigor mortis. But she might have been sleeping. Or drugged, in order for the killer to inject her with whatever killed her.
But she was presupposing that Trevor wasn’t the killer.
“Where did you live before you returned to your hometown?” Patrick asked.
“I went to college in Boston, and stayed there. Met my first wife. We moved to Dallas so I could be close to my team.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I owned the Dallas Kings.”
“The baseball team?”
He nodded. “I sold it during the divorce, to my ex-wife. I bought it for her, anyway, but at least I got my money back, and more. Treena was the sports nut. So nutty that after I caught her cheating on me the second time with a player, I filed for divorce.”
“And what do you do where you can buy and sell baseball teams?”
“Do?” He almost smiled, though his blue eyes were still watery and rimmed red. “I’m an investor. Venture capital. I invest in companies I think have promise, in exchange for a small percentage. I’m good at what I do. Out of twenty-nine investments this last decade, twenty-two were successful.”
“Define successful.”
“Five years ago I invested five hundred thousand in two college students to develop tracking software that helps businesses target their most likely customers. I gave them a little advice on how to sell the software—instead of flat-fee licensing, they get royalties on the license. In two years, they were netting over one million a year. Last year, it was three million. I own twenty percent of the company. In five years, I’ve more than tripled my initial investment. That’s my most successful venture to date. I love those boys like they’re my own sons.”
Patrick seemed impressed, but he was always into technology. Something felt wrong to Lucy, though. “Trevor,” she said, “why would you and Vanessa spend your honeymoon at a lodge like the Delarosa? I’d imagine that you could buy your own cabin anywhere you wanted.”
“Vanessa saw a brochure for the place and wanted to visit. We’re going—” He stopped himself, leaned back and closed his eyes. “We were leaving for Hawaii on Wednesday. Now—I have to call her father and brother. Oh, God, how are we going to make it without Vanessa?”
Lucy and Patrick stood in the dining room, dishing up lukewarm dinner. “I don’t think he killed her,” Lucy said quietly.
“It could be an act.”
“Could be.”
“You don’t think so?” he asked.
“No. You didn’t see him with her body. I don’t think that could be faked.”
They sat at one of the round tables. “Maybe we’re wrong,” Lucy said. “Maybe that mark isn’t an injection.”
“It wasn’t a bee sting.”
“We won’t know until an autopsy.”
They ate for a moment in silence. Lucy added, “The lodge here is struggling. Steve said his father spent their savings keeping it afloat.”
“Upstairs, Beth and Grace were talking about selling.”
“Beth was,” Lucy reminded him. “Grace was worried about Steve.”
“What if Vanessa wanted to buy the Delarosa?” Patrick said. “With Trevor’s money, she could easily afford it. Probably could with her own money.”
“A place like this, with all the land, so close to Kirkwood? It’s worth a lot.”
“Then why is Steve so worried? He could get a loan on it.”
“I don’t know—maybe there already is a big mortgage.”
“We can look into that easily enough. But what if Steve heard that Vanessa