“Casey, in all the years we’ve worked at MPT, have you ever seen me with a camera or even talk about stupid photography?”
“It’s just that I saw snapshots of Jasmine and Jeremy in her locker. The one of Jasmine was taken in her bedroom, and she looked like she was asleep.”
Wesley scowled. “Ask de Luca about it.”
She already had. Why wasn’t anyone admitting they’d snapped a picture of Jasmine at a vulnerable moment? Maybe Noel hadn’t been honest about that either.
FOURTEEN
RELUCTANT TO ATTRACT ATTENTION, CASEY slipped into Mainland’s admin building and hurried upstairs to the security department. Between this morning’s disturbing chat with Wesley and yesterday’s phone threat, she felt as vulnerable on Mainland property as she did anywhere else, and increasingly suspicious of coworkers. Roberto had lied about his alibi, Wesley owned the weapon that killed Jasmine, and Marie was desperate to exonerate her brother. Then there was the VP’s puzzling behavior.
First, a solemn David Eisler had come to her home asking about Jasmine’s gravesite, but later he didn’t want her name mentioned at work. Worse, he’d been harassing Jasmine. No wonder Mainland Public Transport felt more like a landmine-filled war zone than the safe, cheerful place she’d enjoyed and respected.
As for Noel, she understood why he’d kept his proposal to Jasmine a secret, but she sure as hell didn’t like it. Did Corporal Lundy know about it? Did Marie?
And what else had Roberto lied about? She was so disappointed in him. She knew he craved female company, but to string Jasmine along so he wouldn’t be alone was disgusting. His New Westminster apartment was only a fifteen-minute drive from Jasmine’s place in Coquitlam. Had Jasmine threatened to make his life a living hell if he didn’t commit to her?
Casey entered the long rectangular room. Mercifully, it looked like everyone had left for lunch. She removed a Post-it note stuck to her computer screen. “Timesheets by 2:00 PM today! No excuses! ASS.” Amy Sarah Sparrow had struck again.
“Good, you’re here.” Marie entered the room, carrying a coffee and muffin.
“Just to do my timesheet.”
“Is Summer okay? How’s your head?”
“She’s fine; my head is sore.”
“Maybe you should call Noel to let him know you’ve quit the team.”
Team? Is that what she called it? “Why can’t you tell him?”
“I thought you’d want to tell him yourself. Noel said you and he hit it off.”
Meaning what? That they were best buds now? “You can tell him.” She removed a notepad from her purse and flipped to the page of recorded hours.
“Look, I know you’re afraid for Summer but, as a courtesy, you really should call him.”
“Courtesy, huh?” Casey stood. “Why didn’t you or Noel tell me he’d proposed to Jasmine? That would have been courteous, Marie.”
Marie frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“Jasmine showed someone the engagement ring from your brother, and told the friend she was giving it back.”
Two cherry patches spread over Marie’s cheeks. Behind her, a couple of clerks strolled into the room. They nodded to Casey and wandered past them.
“Noel said that he and Jasmine fought the night before she died,” Casey added, lowering her voice. “He skipped the part about proposing to her.”
“That’s because it didn’t happen. Who told you this crap?”
“Talk to Noel. As I said, I’m not investigating Jasmine’s murder anymore.” Casey sat and turned to her computer screen.
“It can’t be,” Marie murmured. “Noel and I have always been close. He never mentioned being in love, and Jasmine was my best friend. She told me everything.”
“Obviously not.” Casey opened the template. “Since Jasmine turned him down, maybe you were the last person she wanted to discuss this with.” Casey looked up. “Did Jasmine ever say anything about moving to Parksville?”
“No, why?”
“No reason.” She turned back to the screen. Wesley seemed to know more about Jasmine’s life than Marie did. Maybe the friendship between the two women was more one-sided than Marie wanted people to think.
“Did Roberto tell you all this garbage?”
“I have to get this done, Marie.”
Through the palms and dracaena dividing security from the other departments, Casey spotted the accounting staff going about their business more quietly than usual.
“Wesley told you, right?” Marie asked. “He was really into Jasmine. Probably wants to divert the blame from him, seeing as how it was his gun that killed her.”
Casey caught the employees’ stares. Great, everyone at Mainland would know before the day was over. “How do you know about the gun?”
“Noel’s lawyer found out.” Marie crossed her arms. “Maybe you should ask your source why he made up that shit about an engagement.”
Casey smacked her hands on the desk. “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m done investigating?” Her voice rose. “I’m going to email everyone and post a copy on the bulletin board. Should I pin one to your shirt so you’ll remember?”
A giggle came from the end of the room.
The cherry patches on Marie’s cheeks darkened. “You think Noel’s guilty, don’t you?”
“I don’t know what to think.”
Marie was a master at manipulation and generating sympathy. Everyone at work took her side after each of her three divorces, believing what she’d said about being victimized by “vindictive” men. No one had heard the ex- husbands’ stories.
“I know about your altercation with Eisler yesterday,” Marie said. “Did you check his alibi?”
“What about Eisler’s alibi?” Stan said as he stepped out of his office.
“I’m trying to convince Marie that I’m not investigating Jasmine’s murder anymore because of what happened last night.”
“Anymore?” Stan put his hands on his hips.
“Could we talk privately?” Casey asked.
“Sure.”
Ignoring Marie’s scowl, she marched into Stan’s office and shut the door. Too edgy to sit, Casey paced the room. How much should she tell him? He wouldn’t be pleased to hear that she’d been interviewing people and lurking outside Birch’s home. Stan had worked hard to earn the co-operation of police departments throughout the Lower Mainland. He wouldn’t want his team interfering with a murder investigation.
“I got an anonymous call yesterday, warning me to stop investigating, or Summer would die.”
Stan recoiled. “Is Summer okay? Where is she?”
“At school. I’m picking her up and taking her to Lou’s mom’s tonight. Barb’s offered to let Summer stay there as long as she needs to. They’ve got a security system and a rottweiler, and two of Lou’s buff younger brothers still live at home.”
“Did you tell Corporal Lundy about the threat?”
“Yes.” He’d lectured her about the danger of meddling in police business. “Please don’t tell anyone, including Marie, where Summer is.”
“Okay, but it sounds like you’ve worried the killer, so exactly how much snooping have you been up to?”
Casey highlighted the interviews with people on Birch’s mail route and her talk with Noel. When she reached the part about visiting Birch’s trailer, Stan whistled and scratched his beard. She stopped the story there.
