“I need to bring you in for questioning about the Mills murder.”
I frowned, tucked my hands into my coat pockets. “Okay. Want to come in for some coffee first? Just made a pot.”
He shook his head. “I’ll get you some at the station.”
I stilled. “What’s going on? You can ask me now, save me a trip in.”
Nix sighed. “How well did you know Erin?”
I frowned. “As much as you. Lucas’s little sister.”
“That’s all?”
I huffed. “Are you asking if I fucked her?”
He scratched the back of his neck. “Actually, yes.”
“Really?”
He didn’t say anything, just watched me. He was using his cop eyes. Something was up.
“No, I never fucked her. I don’t think I’d even been by myself with her, let alone got in her pants.”
“We have video that proves otherwise.”
My eyes widened, and I took a step back. “You have video of me fucking Erin Mills? It has to be the photographers. They put something together, used some fancy program to put my face or her face on some porn. They hound me. You know that.”
“This is definitely homemade.”
“Where’s Eve? I thought this was her case.”
“She’s with the videos.”
I held up my hand. “Wait. You said videos. There’s more than one?”
“Of you and Erin? Yes.”
“No way.” I turned in a circle, my boots crunching on the snow-packed path.
“Come into town. We have to do this formally.”
“You’re charging me with murder?”
“I’m not charging you with anything. Only asking you questions.”
“About a video… videos of me having sex with Erin Mills.”
“Yes.”
I sighed. “Fine. Let me lock up.” I pointed toward the cabin. “I’d like to get to the bottom of this as much as you. I’d rather skip seeing this at the checkout counter.”
EVE
I had my laptop in my arms, the camera and memory card case in my bag. I had to take them to the station to meet Nix and Shane. I’d told Nix about what I had found, what I’d seen on the memory cards. I hadn’t realized they were evidence in a murder investigation until I got home and viewed them. Had I known what I was going to discover, I’d have used gloves, gotten an evidence bag to put them in.
But I was glad I’d seen it first. God, I hadn’t found the file of me and Shane from earlier, and I’d gone through them all more than once. I didn’t feel relieved, because I was still panicked I’d missed it somehow and someone at the station would find it. As soon as I turned these things over, it would be evidence. And my fun morning sex would be available to all.
Nix had volunteered to pick up Shane and bring him to the station for questioning. I couldn’t do it. Not only because it was now a conflict of interest, but because I wasn’t sure if I’d shoot him on sight. Or cry. I had powerful evidence that implicated Shane in the murder of Erin Mills.