Crazy In Love (Secrets of Suburbia #3) - Ivy Smoak Page 0,85
and leaned against the doorjamb.
Apparently my sweatiness was a huge turnoff. I collapsed on the couch, breathing hard. I needed to figure out a way to get him out of my house before I internally combusted. And before Noah got back. I was two seconds away from taking off my jacket and doing a seductive dance for him. I wasn't even sure how that would help, but my brain was becoming mush from the heat.
"So you called the police station Friday about your husband being missing, correct?" he asked.
"That is correct." I unbuttoned my jacket but kept it firmly wrapped around me. It let a tiny amount of cool air hit my chest.
"You said you saw him that morning?"
"Mhm." The small amount of air wasn't helping. It was too freaking hot. Had Noah turned up the thermostat?
"I went down to his office to ask his staff some questions."
That wasn't good. Neither was the fact that I was pretty sure I was about to faint from heatstroke.
"No one there has seen him since Tuesday."
"Tuesday? Oh, that’s weird. I wonder where he was going instead of work?" It came out more sarcastic than I'd intended.
Detective Torres just stared at me. "That's what I was hoping you could help me with."
Was he really that dense? "Let's see...my husband skipped work for a few days to..." I snapped my fingers but it made a sad noise because my hands were sweaty. "Oh right. He's a dirty cheat. He probably went to Canada to sleep with Sophia Tremblay. Or stalk her. Or whatever she claimed."
"We already confirmed that he wasn't sleeping with Sophia," he said. "Which means that Noah has been missing since Tuesday. Wednesday morning at the latest. Yet you claim you saw him on Friday morning. Did you see him Wednesday and Thursday morning too?"
"Yes." I didn't even have to lie about that.
"So your Canada trip theory doesn't exactly pan out there, Ensley. Leaving for Canada in the morning and coming back each night? A little hard to pull off."
I opened my coat and closed it again, creating a breeze. I didn't even care if Detective Torres saw my costume at this point. If I didn't cool off I was seriously going to pass out. "Right, and you're the expert on how long it takes to get back and forth to Canada. What were you doing there again?"
"Visiting...family." He cleared his throat. "I have family up there. Lots of them. I try to visit a few times a month."
Wow, Detective Torres was a terrible liar. If he had family up there he'd be guzzling maple syrup and saying 'eh' all the time. He was definitely about to say something else. What? Did he actually have business up there? It was out of his jurisdiction. Originally he'd told me it was personal business. Personal business did have to do with family. So why did it seem like he was lying?
"What did you do on your personal trip to Canada?"
"Caught a hockey game."
Damn it, that actually checked out. Canadians loved hockey. But I was pretty sure Detective Torres was sweating more than me now. I was about to ask him another question, but he beat me to it.
"Ensley, this isn't about my business in Canada. I'm here about Noah. And despite the fact that flying back and forth to Canada in that time frame each day would be difficult...I know for a fact that he didn't do it. I ran it through the system. He hasn't checked in to any international flights for weeks."
"Maybe he took a private jet."
"Does he do that often?"
How should I know? I'd made it pretty clear that I wasn't my husband's keeper. "He doesn't exactly keep me up to date on his business. And even if he didn't go to Canada, it doesn't mean he wasn't seeing a mistress instead of going to work. He's been seeing someone in town too. I know he has."
"And you didn't think it was important to tell me that information a few days ago?"
"It's a little embarrassing telling a complete stranger that you're not even good enough for your own husband!" I pressed my lips together. The heat was making me have loose lips. God, I really was about to faint. I flapped my coat collar to create a lackluster breeze.
"You know, I heard what Charlotte said. About not eating the whole pot pie yourself. Ensley, you must see that she only said that because she's jealous of you."