“If you lied to me about something as harmless as a college pal, you’ll lie to me about a near-murder and what you saw and heard and sensed while it was being committed, and what went down afterward.
“And the investigators must know that you’re leaving out chunks of information or they wouldn’t be requiring a third go-round with Texas Rangers. Now what are you omitting or glossing over, Kerra?”
“Nothing. And besides, I was ordered not to discuss the case while it’s an ongoing investigation.”
“With anybody or with me in particular?”
“With anybody.”
“Then we’ve got no problem, because we’ve already established that I’m not just anybody.”
He seemed prepared to lunge from his chair and wring answers out of her. But he must have sensed her apprehension, because he backed down, relaxed his shoulders, and, in a quieter tone asked, “How many were there?”
She determined that he wasn’t going to leave until she gave him something. She might just as well get it over with. She looked down at her hands in her lap, clasped together so tightly her fingers had turned bone white. “Two. I’m almost certain.”
“Did they say anything?”
“Only that one mocking question.”
“‘How do you like being dead so far?’ That’s all you heard anyone say?”
She nodded.
“You didn’t see them?”
She shook her head.
“Kerra?”
Looking across at him, she said, “No.”
“Any part of them? Clothing? Footwear?”
“No. Nothing. I told you that last night.”
“You also told me that Mark was a friend with benefits, when I know damn well that he ain’t fucking you.”
She shook back her hair, took a deep breath, and looked him straight in the eye. “I didn’t see the man or men who shot The Major. I left him alone in the living room. I was in the bathroom when I heard the gunshot.”
“Single gunshot?”
“Yes. My first thought was that one of his hunting rifles had misfired.”
“Why did you think that?”
“We’d been talking about hunting. Remember, I told you that. He’d opened the gun case to show me a rifle your mother had given him.”
“Her last Christmas gift to him.”
“Yes. I thought perhaps it had accidentally discharged as he was putting it away. But the shot hadn’t sounded as loud as a rifle. More of a pop. All this went through my mind in a millisecond.
“Then I heard the ‘so far’ question and understood that there hadn’t been an accident. I thought The Major had been killed and that if I was discovered, I’d be killed, too.”
At the end of that sentence, her courage ran out. She crossed her arms over her middle and hugged her elbows. “They were banging on the door, trying to break the latch. I wanted to live. There was only one way out. I took it. That’s what I told the detectives, and it’s the truth.” The truth minus the part about someone trying to open the door before the gunshot. Instinct told her to keep that to herself.
As though knowing she was withholding something, Trapper continued to stare at her. But after a long moment, some of the tension eased out of him. “Why’s your crew hanging around?”
“We touched on that. Lodal is crawling with media.”