“Perfect, but I’m going to need coffee. How much is the coffee fund, and where did you get that thermos impersonating a mug? I gotta get me one.” She nodded at his cup. He glanced at Davidson. “Boss, I like this one.”
“Well, she’s not yours to keep.” Davidson moved a stack of paperwork toward him. “Jordan will be back, and we are finally getting Couch back from deployment. Get out of my office, and find me the bastard who killed this guy. Shut my door on your way out.”
He held the door open for her and followed her out. “Coffee is this way.” He pointed her to the break room. She grabbed an oversized Styrofoam cup and emptied the pot. Before he could set down his cup, she’d dumped the old grinds and filter. “Grounds and new filter?”
He nodded to the cupboard where they were stored. She filled the filter and slid it back into the slot, flipping the switch to start the water and brewing process.
“You can show me the staplers and paperclips later. All I need is a notebook and pen, which I already have. Which way to interrogation?”
“Down on the second floor.” He nodded toward the door and the woman got bonus points when she headed to the stairs.
“What do you know about the lovers?” She asked as they hit the stairs.
He filled her in on the conversation with Ava this morning.
“So… the night Samuel was killed, he was supposed to be with Chloe?”
“Correct.”
“And she’s here?”
“According to the text I received while you were making coffee, yes. Both of Samuel’s lovers are here, waiting in different interview rooms.”
“I say we let her wait. If she’s involved, she can afford to sweat it out.” Kallie took a swig of her coffee.
“Agreed.” He nodded at the interview room down the hall. “The man we are meeting now is Garrett Hoftslater. He and Samuel spent the weekends together.”
“Man?” She glanced up at him.
He nodded, waiting for her reaction.
“Roger that.” She stopped outside the door. “I’m assuming you’ll want to take the lead in the questioning.”
“Only because I know more about the relationships than you do. Once we get done with this, I’ll let you take the lead on Chloe Connors’ interview. From what Ms. Dall told me this morning, Chloe is emotional. I don’t do the sympathy factor well.”
“Fuck. Tears.” Kallie rolled her eyes.
Brock smiled at her before he reached for the interview room door. He wiped the smile off his face and opened the door.
The man sitting at the table surprised him. For some reason he’d been expecting a smaller man. Garrett Hoftslater was big, buff, and bearded. “Mr. Hoftslater, thank you for coming in. I’m Detective King, this is Detective Redman. I’m sorry we couldn’t do this at your residence, but time is of the essence in this situation. May I say I’m sorry for your loss.” He extended his hand and the big guy took it. “We need to ask you some questions.”
“Absolutely. Anything I can do to help. I got to tell you, this just doesn’t seem real.” Garrett glanced at the ceiling and blinked back emotion before he cleared his throat. “I can’t believe he’s gone.”
“Can you tell me the last time you saw or talked to Samuel Treyson?”
“Monday morning as he left. We spent the weekend together. Saturday was just lounging around. Sunday, we went to the Marauders game. He has a Skybox. We came home afterward.”
He flipped open his notebook. “You were in a relationship with Mr. Treyson?”
Garrett nodded. “For the last two and a half years.”
“And you knew about Chloe and Ava?”
“And his wife. Yeah.”
“You were okay with the division of his attention?”
“Fuck no, but I was the last one added, you know. I hated sharing him. Hated knowing he was with those women, but Sam was upfront when I met him. He told me about them. I gave him something they couldn’t. It was… enough. Not ideal by any sense of the imagination, but I loved the guy, you know? I took what he could give.”
“You’ve met his other lovers?”
“Of course. We’ve gone on vacations together. Ava and Chloe are nice. I’d just rather not share his attention. I’m a selfish prick, but I’m honest about it.” The man leaned forward. “When you find who did this, you better put them somewhere I can’t get to them. I’d like nothing more than to shred them limb from limb. They took the best part of my life