“Nothing yet. Where was Kye that day?’
My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at him. “With me? Why?”
“All day?”
“I mean, I was at the apartment for a while with Bailey while he was at the garage, and then I met up with him there.”
“And was anyone else with him at the garage?”
“I’m sure one of the crew was there at some point. I don’t know who exactly, though.”
“So one of his closest friends will be the only one to give him an alibi for the hours when Mia could have been killed?”
“One of them, or me.”
He was already standing up with a shake of his head. “All the people who would gladly lie for him if needed.”
“What does Kye have anything to do with this? He barely knew Mia.”
“We have reasons to think Kye could be involved, Daisy.”
“How?”
“Because the last person Mia called was Kye, twenty minutes before she was killed.”
FIFTY-FOURDAISY
Two days went by without a word from my dad or Mark about Mia.
Or trying to arrest Kye.
I tried to keep busy, but Carly had shut down the diner, not knowing when it would reopen. I think she was even thinking about moving it completely now.
I had spent every day with Kye. Either at the apartments or at the garage. But until they found out who killed Mia, he didn’t want me out of his sight, and I wasn’t inclined to fight him on it. There wasn’t a single part of me that thought Kye did it. As ruthless as he could be, he wasn’t going to kill some random girl for no reason.
I still hadn’t asked him why Mia had called, though. I couldn’t bring myself to wonder why he would have.
Kye had gone out today, doing a few errands for us so I could stay home with Bailey. Part of me knew I would be fine if I went with him, the other part was still scared to go out of the apartment. Someone had been after me. The tires, the break-in, and the worry that Mia’s hair was blonde kept bothering Kye, which quickly bothered me.
He had said more than once that he worried they thought it was me, which meant me being under the equivalent of house arrest was fine with him.
I also couldn’t figure out what else they would have on Kye that would really make them think he did it.
My foot tapped as I looked at my phone again. Kye hadn’t said anything, which hopefully was a good thing. I couldn’t wait any longer, though. I needed answers now, and I was sick of waiting. I couldn’t sit here in silence, waiting to see if I would be attacked next or if Kye would be arrested.
I grabbed my keys and Bailey, heading down to Fox and Ash’s apartment.
“Hey, I have to run out for a few minutes. Would you mind watching Bailey for a bit?”
Ash smiled. “No problem. You okay to go alone, though? Jax is here if you want a driver.”
“You know what? That would actually be great, if he doesn’t mind.”
Jax walked out from the kitchen behind her. “Not at all. Carly’s taking a nap, and I have nowhere to be. Where are we going?”
“The sheriff’s station.”
“Okay. Maybe I mind a little.” He smiled, still grabbing his phone and keys. “Kidding, but can I wait in the car?”
We pulled up to the station, and I hopped out.
“Call me immediately and I will come in.”
“Hopefully, no one but the receptionist is here. Can you call me if any of the sheriff’s cars pull up? Maybe even stall them?”
Jax grinned. “That, I can absolutely do.”
I headed inside, waving to the receptionist, who was on the phone.
“My dad,” I whispered, walking past her towards his office. It wasn’t like me coming here was out of the ordinary, exactly. I came around even less now that I wasn’t dating Mark, but no one seemed to care when I would come by before. I doubted the older receptionist would care now.
I slipped into my dad’s office, moving fast to flip through all the folders on his desk until I found the one for Mia.
There were pages and pages of notes, each one more scribbled than the last, and I wasn’t getting much out of it.
Another folder marked with my name caught my attention and I pulled it out of the stack. It was from when my tires were slashed and the house was broken into. I flipped through it quickly, not finding much. I almost shut it, but a photo of a knife caught my eye.
