There was a long pause, and then Brady replied, “This isn’t a great time for me. Could we do it later?”
“It will just take a second,” I said, wondering why Brady was stalling. Was it possible that Cary Duncan was there with him? I had to see that to believe it, but it would give Brady another reason to want Derrick dead, if it was true.
“Brady?” I asked as I knocked again.
“I’m coming,” he said, and after a full minute, he finally opened the door, but just barely enough to look out through. I could see that he didn’t have shoes on, his shirt had been buttoned out of order, there was a torn piece of paper stuck to one foot, and his belt was missing two loops. That was just what I could see from where I was standing.
“What can I do for you, Savannah?” He didn’t even notice Jenny standing beside me.
“May we come in?” I asked as sweetly as I could manage.
“Hang on,” he said as he ducked back inside.
“What’s going on?” Jenny asked softly. “Is there someone in there with him?”
I shrugged. “I’m not sure, but I’m going to find out.”
Thirty seconds later, Brady came out so fast that I couldn’t even see into his room. He had loafers on, his hair had been hurriedly combed, but his shirt was still buttoned one buttonhole off. His door was slightly open as he stepped out, propped open with one heel, as if he thought he might need to retreat back inside without digging out his room key.
“We can talk out here,” he said.
“Wouldn’t we be more comfortable in your room?”
He shook his head. “No, this is fine. I should warn you, Savannah, I’m not in the mood for this.” It was clear by his tone of voice that he was agitated before I got to ask a single question.
Okay, if he wanted to play it that way, I’d have to change my approach. I would have rather played ‘good cop’ if I could, but sometimes folks just didn’t respond to that approach. It was time to stop messing around and get down to business. “Brady, where were you this afternoon?”
He looked surprised by the question. “I had a few errands to run around town. Why?”
“So you admit that you were outside the hotel?” Jenny asked.
“Yes, I just said that, didn’t I?”
“Someone tried to kill Kelsey Hatcher today. Was it you?”
“What?” he asked, clearly startled by the question. “No. Of course not. That’s ridiculous. Why would I want to hurt Kelsey?”
“Perhaps she planned to cancel your puzzles as well,” I said. “That would explain why you killed Derrick, and then made a try for Kelsey.”
“Savannah, have you lost your mind? I didn’t kill Derrick, and I certainly wouldn’t do anything to harm Kelsey.”
“It’s easy to claim, but your alibis aren’t great, are they? You say that you were sitting in your car when Derrick was murdered, something no one can confirm, and you admit to being out on the streets when someone tried to kill Kelsey Hatcher earlier today.”
He looked more worried than outraged by my accusation. “But I didn’t have anything to do with either of those events.”
“Why should we believe you?”
“There’s no use trying to protect me,” Kelsey Hatcher said as she stepped out of Brady’s room.
She looked at me as she added, “Brady wouldn’t hurt me, Savannah. We’re in love.”
“IN LOVE?” I ASKED. “HOW LONG HAVE YOU TWO BEEN TOGETHER?”
“Seven months,” Brady said as he took her hand in his. “I’m the one who recommended Kelsey to Derrick for the assistant’s position. She needed a job, and I wanted to do anything I could to help.”
That certainly put a new spin on things. If she was telling the truth.
“I’m not sure you did her any favors by recommending her,” I said.
Kelsey put her arm around Brady. “Trust me; I was happy to take the job, even though Brady kept warning me to watch out for Derrick. He was a bit of a ladies’ man, and my Brady is the jealous type. Derrick could be difficult to work for, but I learned so much from him. Besides, if I hadn’t taken this job, I wouldn’t be running the syndicate now for Cary.”
“That should clear me of the attempt on Kelsey,” Brady said. “I wouldn’t hurt her for anything in the world.”
“But you might hurt Derrick,” Jenny said.
“What do you mean? Whoever killed Derrick went after Kelsey, too. You just said so.”
“Not necessarily,” I said, taking Jenny’s point to heart. “They could be entirely different events, one a deliberate act and the other simply an accident.”
“Trust me, it was no accident,” Kelsey said. “I felt someone shove me hard toward the bus. If Brady hadn’t grabbed me, I would be dead.”
“Hang on a second,” I said. “Did you tell the police that Brady was there with you?”
She shook her head. “No. We decided they didn’t need to know who saved me.”
A thought occurred to me, something I didn’t want to voice at the moment. Had Brady shoved her, for whatever reason, and then gotten cold feet and pulled her back to safety at the last second? It would make him look like a hero, and divert suspicion away from him as Derrick’s murderer. The only problem with that line of reasoning was that everyone would have to know what he’d done, and they were keeping quiet about it, at least for the moment.
“Savannah, what do you think?” Jenny asked me, and I realized that someone had just asked me a question. I’d been thinking about the ramifications about what I’d just learned, and I’d completely missed it.
“I’m sorry, I got distracted.”
Jenny said, “They want to know if they should tell the police that Brady was with Kelsey today.”
“No, I wouldn’t say a word. At least not yet,” I said, watching their reactions.
Kelsey seemed fine with it, but Brady looked a little surprised. What did that mean?
“Fine, we’ll keep quiet,” Kelsey said. She looked at me, and then asked, “Savannah, is there something else on your mind?”
“Maybe I’ve been married too long to a good cop, but something just occurred to me.”
“What’s that?”
“Brady, I’m sorry, but this just gives you one more motive for killing Derrick.”
He looked honestly surprised by that claim. “Where do you get that, Savannah?”
“We all know how Derrick treated people, and he was no different with Kelsey. What kind of boyfriend could just stand by while he verbally abused her like he did? Added to that, you got her this job, so you were directly responsible for putting her in the line of fire.”
Brady’s face began to darken, and I was starting to see a side of him I hadn’t witnessed before. “I didn’t kill him,” he said, nearly growling the words out.
“Take it easy,” I said, suddenly wishing that I’d let Zach join us after all. Brady wasn’t much physically, but the look in his eyes made him seem dangerous. “I’m not saying anything the police won’t think when they find out you and Kelsey are dating.”
“But you said we shouldn’t tell them,” Kelsey said.
“You know what? I just changed my mind.”
“Why should we do their work for them?” Brady asked.
“Because it’s going to sound better coming from you two than them hearing it from someone else, and believe me, they will. In this day and age, one of the toughest things in the world to keep is a secret.”
“It’s none of their business,” Brady said with a surly edge in his voice.
“I’m afraid that when it comes to murder, everything is fair game,” Jenny said.
“I could go get Zach,” I said. “He’s right downstairs.” Not only was my offer a valid one, but I wanted Brady to know that my husband was just a short distance away.
“Don’t do anything. I need to think about it,” Brady said.
Kelsey stroked his arm lightly. “They’re right. It’s the best thing to do, given the circumstances.”
