The Night Killer

of them,” he said. “Does this mean you believe me?”
    “I’m not sure,” said Diane. “I don’t like it that you used my friend—even if it was some ‘happy accident.’ ”
    “You’ve never gotten information from someone in a covert manner?” he asked.
    “I’ve never romanced anyone for information. Andie’s hurt,” said Diane.
    Liam frowned. “I know, and I’m sorry. I like her,” he said.
    “It would have been a good idea to level with her from the start,” she said. “Nevertheless, I have no say in Andie’s private life. But you need to know, you have made yourself suspicious to all of us. Around here, that is not good, particularly since you had contact with the Barres.”
    He winced. “Does Andie like flowers?” he asked.
    “Most women like flowers,” Diane said.
    “What kind does Andie like?” he asked.
    “Red roses, violets, and daisies are her favorites,” said Diane.
    He nodded and stood up.
    “I didn’t kill the Barres or the Watsons,” he said.
    The Watsons. Could the Watsons fit into this lost-gold-mine scenario? Diane wondered.
    “Did the young treasure hunters have any contact with the Watsons?” asked Diane.
    “The Watsons’ name did not come up in any of my investigations,” he said.
    He stood up and pulled a card out of his shirt pocket and wrote a number on it.
    “This is my cell number. I would appreciate it if you would keep me somewhere in the loop. Whatever you think of me, my client’s daughter is missing,” he said.
    “Are you staying in Rosewood?” asked Diane.
    “Yes,” he said.
    “How long?”
    “Until I completely dead-end,” he said.
    “Have you spoken with Sheriff Conrad?” asked Diane. “He would be the logical person to talk with about a missing person.”
    “Yes, I went to see him. I got nowhere. He took my number and said he would call if he heard anything. I fully expected that he would throw it away when I walked out the door. He suggested I speak with the park rangers—which I had already done,” he said. “My girl and the boyfriend weren’t registered as being in the park.”
    He stood and started to leave, stopped, and turned back to Diane.
    “Have you discovered what the skeleton on the hood of your car was about?”

Chapter 35
    Diane was going to be late meeting David and the others at the museum restaurant. After she explained to Liam Dugal what she thought the skeleton in the hollow tree was about and he had left, she made a quick call to Frank to ask him to join them. She started out the door and came face-to-face with Andie.
    She was wearing one of the museum’s sparkly T-shirts—a pink one with shells on it—and black jeans. She had changed clothes. Diane wondered if she felt her new look had been foolish.
    “I waited until he left,” she said.
    Obviously she meant Liam. Diane led her through the door to her private lounge, sat her on the couch, and gave her a soda from her refrigerator.
    “You doing okay?” Diane asked, sitting down beside her.
    “No,” Andie said. “I feel like such an idiot.”
    “Don’t,” said Diane. “You weren’t the one who behaved foolishly.”
    “I feel foolish,” she said.
    “He thinks you’re very clever. He said you outed him,” said Diane.
    “Like it was hard. He asked a lot of questions about you and about the new archaeology exhibit. That wouldn’t have been as strange if there wasn’t all this terrible stuff happening around those Indian arrowheads.”
    “He said he thought he was being cunning about the whole thing,” Diane said.
    “You know, I hate it that he’s not interested in the museum. I was so happy that I had found someone so drop-dead gorgeous who shared my interests. I hate being used. I hate everything about this.”
    Andie started to cry and leaned against Diane. Diane put an arm around her and let the tears flow. She was about to tear up herself. After a few minutes Andie straightened up and pulled a Kleenex out of the box on the coffee table and blew her nose.
    “I’ve never felt like this,” Andie said, and looked over at Diane. “The worst thing is, I’m not sure I could say no if he wants to come back. I’ve never wanted to be a woman like that. One who lets a man walk all over her. Am I terrible?”
    “No. I think all this is still fresh and you are very disappointed. I know he is sorry he hurt you.”
    “Really? What did he say?” Andie put her face in her hands. “Never mind,” she mumbled. “Just listen to me.