Texas Outlaw (Rory Yates #2) - James Patterson Page 0,19

football coach sleeps around, but a town councilwoman?

“If it gets out and people call her a slut, I’m going to feel bad. I don’t want to smear anyone’s name.”

We question him for a while longer, with the camera back on, but he honestly doesn’t seem like our guy. I can’t figure out what he’d gain by poisoning Susan Snyder. He’s right—it wouldn’t hurt his reputation one bit if people found out he was sleeping with her. In fact, I suspect everyone already knew.

As we’re walking Alex Hartley out the door, I spot a black truck in the parking lot with the same lettering on the door as the one I saw last night.

A man in jeans and a blue work shirt steps out and heads our way.

“I’m Skip Barnes,” he says to us. “Chief said you wanted to talk to me.”

Skip Barnes—the other name on our suspects list. He’d been dating Susan Snyder on and off, too. He’s the one who went out with her the night before she died.

We bring him into the conference room, the closest thing this police station has to an interrogation room. We ask if we can record the interview, and he consents.

He looks nervous, a sharp contrast to the football coach. Skip fidgets and asks if he can smoke a cigarette. When we tell him he can’t, he squirms in his seat even more. We go through some softball questions—how did they meet, how long had they been dating—and we get pretty much the same impression as we did from Alex Hartley. They’d dated for a few months, going out every couple of weeks.

“Did you ask her out or did she ask you?” I say.

“I asked her,” he says. “Look, she’s got a reputation. She don’t go out with every guy who asks. But if she thinks you’re cute or whatever, she’ll go out with you. I figured it was worth a shot, and lo and behold, she said yes.”

Skip is more forthcoming with information about their sex life.

“Hell yeah, we had sex,” he says. “That was the point. She didn’t want nothing serious. She just wanted a good fuck every now and then.”

It’s hard to understand what Susan Snyder would have seen in the guy. He wasn’t the good-looking jock type that Alex was. He was wiry, with a ruddy complexion and greasy hair. His teeth were yellow from smoking.

“Most of the time,” he says, “we just skipped dinner and met up at her house.”

He seems looser now, bragging about his sexual exploits.

“But you went out to dinner the night she died,” I say. “Her treat.”

“Was it?”

“We got the receipt from the restaurant.”

“Yeah, I guess she paid.”

“And did you go back to her house that night?”

“No.”

“But you said that was the whole point. ‘She just wanted a good fuck every now and then.’ That’s what you said. But on this night, you had a romantic dinner—crab legs, steak, wine, a nice dessert. All that and no sex afterward?”

Skip twists in his seat like a fish at the end of a hook. I can’t tell exactly what he’s hiding, but there’s something he doesn’t want us to know.

Chapter 21

“I DIDN’T FEEL like it,” Skip says.

“You didn’t feel like it?” I say. “What man doesn’t want to have sex with an attractive woman?”

“I mean she didn’t feel like it. I mean…”

He freezes for a minute.

“I didn’t kill her,” he says, and the fear in his voice that we would think he did makes this seem like the most honest statement he’s made since coming in.

Ariana steps in, playing the good cop. “Skip, we’re just trying to get a clear picture of what Susan did that night. We want to get all the facts. Can you help us do that?”

He opens his mouth to say something, then he stands up out of his chair.

“Y’all are trying to twist things around,” he says, angry. “I ain’t talking anymore without a lawyer.” Then, hesitantly, he says, “Am I free to go?”

I rise and approach him.

“You may leave. You are not under arrest. We will reschedule once you’ve consulted with a lawyer.”

He nods with a jerk, as if to say, You’re damn right I’m free to go.

“Skip,” I say, getting closer to him. He backs up against the wall, but in this tiny room, there’s nowhere else for him to go. “Don’t you dare think about leaving town. I don’t care if you had anything to do with Susan Snyder’s death or not. If you leave without talking to