I sipped coffee as he read my Miranda rights. I had nothing to worry about, and the longer the process went on, the more this became a thing. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve. “I’m good. We can continue.”
“For the record, please state your name, age, and occupation.”
“Manning Raymond Sutter. Age twenty-three. Camp counselor, construction worker, and anything else that pays the bills.”
“Where are you based?”
“Long Beach, California.”
The detective made notes in his folder. “Did you grow up there?”
“No. Pasadena.”
“Have any family in California?”
“My mom’s still in Pasadena I think.”
“What about your dad?”
I wiped my temple, my hairline getting hot. “I’m not sure. Last I heard, he was in Pelican Bay, but that was a while ago.”
Krout looked up at that. “Penitentiary? What for?”
Having a dad in prison probably didn’t look so good. Fucking me over from afar, no surprise there. “Assault.”
“I see.” Detective Krout’s pen continued to scrawl across the page. “Tell us about your evening.”
I blew out a breath. It was simply, really. At least, what they’d know of it. “I was at camp most of the night. We ran out of alcohol, so since I was the only sober one, I was volunteered to do a run. I went into town, got some, and went back to the campsite.”
“What time did you leave?”
“I’d say just before ten.”
“And you went right back after you got the alcohol?” Krout asked. “Because that’s not what we heard.”
That caught me off guard, that they’d heard anything. I swallowed to buy myself a second, then remembered the officer from last night. Of course they knew I didn’t go straight back. I’d been with one of their own. “Yeah. No. I had some car trouble so it took a little longer.”
“Nobody seems to know what time you returned. According to one source, you said you’d be right back, but by the time your peers went to sleep at one in the morning, you still hadn’t returned. We figure, being generous, it’s half an hour into town and half an hour back. If you left just after ten, you should’ve been back well before midnight.”
“Like I said, I had car trouble. It wasn’t my truck, believe me, that hunk of metal had its problems. You can go take a look. Better yet, ask your officer.”
Both men’s eyebrows dropped. “What officer?”
Were they fucking with me? There was no way they didn’t already know. How else had they pegged me as a suspect? “I forget his last name. He found me on the side of the road, made sure I wasn’t drinking and driving, then gave me a jump.”
Krout sat back in his seat with a sigh. “I didn’t see any record of it.”
I shrugged. “Maybe because there was nothing to say. I wasn’t doing anything wrong.” I had the urge to swallow again, but I worried they’d read into that. I resisted and ended up coughing. “Can I get some water?”
Vermont and Krout exchanged a look. “Was Anderson on duty last night?” Krout asked him.
“Don’t know off the top of my head, but he’s most likely sleeping right now.” He turned to me. “We’ll be sure to talk to Officer Anderson. What was the truck you were driving?”
“Ford clunker. Seventy-nine, I think. It belongs to—Vern. You know him? He works at the camp.”
Vermont ignored me. “Color?”
“White.”
“And where’d you stop for alcohol?”
“The liquor store was closed so I tried a bar. The bartender, or maybe it was the owner—he sold me something from the back.”
“And that’s it? From there, you headed back and the truck broke down?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Where was that?”
“About a mile from camp.”
Vermont tapped the end of his pen on his notepad, nodding. Nobody spoke for a few moments. Krout checked his watch and got me a refill that I immediately downed.
“Thing is, Mr. Sutter,” Vermont said, “we have two witnesses placing your vehicle in the neighborhood where the crime occurred, at the time it occurred. Not too far from Phil’s bar. But I can’t think of no reason you should’ve been near that residence. It’s not on the way back to camp.”
Fuck. It’d been such a blip in time, I hadn’t even really thought about our drive through the neighborhood. Lake popped into my head first. She’d hung out the window, and I’d let her, like a fucking idiot. I’d been too caught up in her, in our last night together. Did they know about her? As long as they didn’t, I was fine. I hadn’t done anything wrong. I shifted in the plastic chair, suddenly aware of how hard it was. “I went for a drive. Never been to the area, so I was curious.”
The men just stared at me. It was about the truth, though. “Why didn’t you mention it?” Vermont asked.
“Guess I forgot.”
Vermont blew out a sigh, looking over his notepad. “Two different neighbors say they spotted a loud, white truck outside their houses. Same plates as yours. Couldn’ta been driving more than ten miles an hour. With the headlights out. To me, that sounds like someone casing the neighborhood.”