Marsha shrugged again. "It's a natural question, I guess. Why else would you be here?"
"I can't discuss details with you. I'm sorry."
Marsha said nothing. Loren opened the door and headed into the yard. The sun was still high, the long days of June. The boys ran and played with such wonderful abandonment. Adults could never play like that. Never in a million years. Loren remembered her tomboy youth, the days when you could play Running Bases for hours and never, not for a second, be bored. She wondered if Marsha Hunter ever did that, ever came out and played Running Bases with her sons, and thinking about that Loren felt another pang.
No time for that now.
Marsha would be watching from the kitchen window. Loren needed to do this fast. She approached the girl- what was her name? Kylie, Kyra? Kelsey?- and waved.
"Hi."
The girl cupped her hands over her eyes and blinked. She was pretty enough, with blonde highlights that you can only find in youth or a bottle. "Hi."
Loren didn't waste time with preamble. "Does Matt Hunter come over a lot?"
"Matt? Sure."
The girl had answered without hesitation. Loren muffled a smile. Ah, youth.
"How often?"
Kyra- that was definitely the name- shifted now, slightly more wary, but she was still young. As long as Loren remained the authority figure, she'd talk. "I don't know. Few times a week, I guess."
"Good guy?"
"What?"
"Matt Hunter. Is he a good guy?"
Kyra gave a huge smile. "He's great."
"Good with the kids?"
"The best."
Loren nodded, feigning disinterest. "Was he here last night?" she asked as casually as she could.
But now Kyra cocked her head to the side. "Didn't you ask Mrs. Hunter these questions?"
"I'm just reconfirming. He was here, right?"
"Yeah."
"All night?"
"I was in the city with some friends. I don't know."
"There were sheets on the couch. Who stayed on it?"
She gave a shrug. "I guess it was Matt."
Loren risked a glance behind her. Marsha Hunter disappeared from the window. She'd be moving toward the back door now. The girl would not remember June 2. Loren had enough for now, though she didn't have a clue what it meant.
"Do you know where Matt lives?"
"In Irvington, I think."
The back door opened. Enough, Loren thought. Finding Matt Hunter shouldn't be a problem. She smiled and started away then, trying not to give Marsha a reason to call and warn her brother-in-law. She tried to walk away as casually as possible. She waved a good-bye at Marsha. Marsha's return wave was slow.
Loren hit the driveway and headed toward her car, but another face from her distant past- wow, this case was turning into a bad episode of Loren Muse, This Is Your Life- stood by her car. He leaned against the hood, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
"Hey, Loren."
"As I live and breathe," she said. "Detective Lance Banner."
"In the flesh." He tossed the cigarette onto the ground and stomped on it.
She pointed to the stub. "I may write you up for that."
"I thought you were county homicide."
"Cigarettes kill. Don't you read the carton?"
Lance Banner gave her a crooked smile. His car, an obvious unmarked police vehicle, was parked across the street. "Been a long time."
"That firearm safety convention in Trenton," Loren said. "What, six, seven years ago?"
"Something like that." He folded his arms, kept leaning against her hood. "You here on official business?"
"I am."
"It involve a former school chum of ours?"
"It might."
"Wanna tell me about it?"
"Wanna tell me why you're here?"
"I live near here."
"So?"
"So I spotted a county vehicle. Figured I might be able to be of some assistance."
"How's that?"
"Matt Hunter wants to move back to town," Lance said. "He's closing on a house not far from here."
Loren said nothing.
"Does that work into your case?"
"I don't see how."
Lance smiled and opened the car door. "Why don't you tell me what's going on? Maybe we can figure out how together."
Chapter 16
"HEY, GUESS WHAT I'm doing to your wife right now?"
Matt held the phone to his ear.
The man whispered, "Matt? You still there?"
Matt said nothing.
"Yo, Matt, did you tattle on me? I mean, did you tell the wife about me sending you those pictures?"
He couldn't move.
"Because Olivia is being much more protective with her phone. Oh, she won't stop doing me. That ain't gonna happen. She's addicted, you know what I'm saying?"
Matt's eyes closed.
"But all of a sudden she says she wants to be more careful. So I'm wondering, you know, guy to guy here, did you say something? Let her in