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His hand covers his mouth once more and he glances down, at the notebook in front of him. From where I’m seated, I can’t make out his handwriting. It’s tiny and sloppy.

“What kind of gun was it, Meadow?” he asks.

I shrug. “I told you, I don’t know anything about guns.”

Glock. It was a Glock. I remember now.

“I think it was a Glock,” I say.

His lips flatten and his gaze locks on mine. “And you still have this gun in your possession?”

Shit.

I left it under my mattress at Lauren’s. Completely spaced it off when I was packing.

“It should be at Lauren’s,” I say. “It was hidden. Under the mattress in the room I rented.”

“We’ll have someone retrieve it,” he says. “Ballistics will need to take a look at it.”

“That’s perfectly fine,” I say. “It’s all yours. I don’t even want it back.”

“Can you tell me about Saturday night? Where you were … what you did?” He’s trying to establish my alibi now.

“I stayed home,” I say. “I got dinner and stayed home and took a Benadryl and drank a glass of wine and went to bed early.”

“What time?” he asks.

“I don’t know? Seven, eight?”

His mouth turns down at the corners.

“I know most college students don’t go to bed at seven o’clock on a Saturday night, but I’d had a long week and I just wanted to sleep,” I say.

“Can anybody corroborate that you were home all evening?” he asks. “Did you talk to anyone? Anyone stop by?”

I shake my head. “I told you. I was alone. And I was sleeping.”

He jots something down. The silence between us is weighted, intolerable, and my stomach is nothing but knots.

“Did you check into Thayer Montgomery’s alibi?” I ask.

Lee glances up. “His sister was able to verify that he was in Waverly Heights at a family dinner.”

“What about Lauren?” I ask.

“She admitted she was with the victim earlier in the day, but they went their separate ways sometime after nine o’clock. We have text messages that confirm that.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just really confused right now,” I say, half-chuckling. “It sounds like you think I had something to do with this?”

He says nothing, but I know what this is about.

Lauren found out I came in here and pointed a finger at her and Thayer, so she marched in here and pointed one right back. She painted me as obsessed with her, jealous. Unhinged. She made me look crazy, like someone capable of doing something so heinous. And then she told them I had a gun.

Someone knocks on the door, stealing Lee’s attention, and he folds the leather portfolio containing his yellow legal pad. “I think I’ve got enough for now. I’ll be in touch if I need anything more. You stick around town, okay?”

So that’s that.

I’m officially a person of interest.

 

Thirty-Six

I sit in Elisabeth’s driveway for the better part of twenty minutes, still shaking, replaying my time with Lee over and over in my mind.