Part 7 (1/2)

Instead, I pulled in a breath. ”Look...” I gripped my coffee cup and let the warmth seep into my fingers, through my hands, up my arms. Once it had soothed and calmed me, I knew it was safe to speak again. ”I think we got this conversation off on the wrong foot. So let's start again. Back at the hotel, you told me you thought you knew who killed Thad Wyant.”

”Yes. I did.” Daryl had ordered a cup of green tea and he dip, dip, dipped the bag into the steaming water. ”Maybe... Maybe I just got carried away. You know, with all the excitement and all those people at the meeting asking about Mr. Wyant and what you knew about the investigation. That's why I thought I should talk to you. You seem...” He carefully removed the bag from his cup, set it on his saucer, and stirred sugar into his tea. ”You seem to know an awful lot,” he said when he was done. ”About the investigation, I mean. Like you're some kind of... oh, I don't know... like you're somehow connected with the police.”

”Only because I was the one the security guard came to when he found the body.” It seemed a simpler explanation than telling Daryl about the murder I'd already solved and how I sometimes dated the lead detective on the case. ”I was the one who called 911.”

He thought this over and nodded. ”So if the police... If they knew anything about what really happened, they would tell you.”

”No way.” As if it would actually put some distance between me and what Daryl inferred, I sc.r.a.ped my chair back from the table. ”They don't talk about cases. Not with civilians. And I'm definitely a civilian.”

”Then maybe I shouldn't have mentioned it to you at all. You know, about what I saw.”

Another deep breath as I thought over how I was going to handle this. I'd just come right out and told Daryl that when it came to investigating, I was as far from being professional as it was possible to get. But he had turned to me in confidence. And besides, I was dying to find out what he knew.

”I've helped the police,” I admitted. ”Once before. A little. And since I'm chair of the conference-”

”They want you to help again. Of course. So you were the right one to come to.”

”Maybe.” How's that for wishy-washy? ”Why don't you tell me what you think you know. Then we can take it from there and see if it's something you should talk to Nev-I mean, Detective Riley about.”

It was clear that Daryl wasn't the type who jumped into decisions. He thought over this one while he sipped his tea. ”I was at the banquet last night. You remember, Josie, because we were sitting near each other.”

He was right. My chair and Daryl's were back to back.

I nodded and waited for him to go on.

”And we talked. And then my phone rang, and I went out to the lobby to take the call. It was the least I could do. I mean, don't you think people talking on their cell phones in public... Don't you think it's the rudest thing ever?”

We weren't there to pa.s.s judgment on other people's manners. Eager for him to continue, I leaned forward.

He got the message. ”I was standing in the lobby talking on my phone and... well, that's when I saw him.”

”Thad Wyant?”

”Yes.” The artwork on the wall nearest to where we were sitting was pretty nondescript, but Daryl studied it for a long moment. ”He was outside,” Daryl said. ”In front of the hotel.”

”And... ?”

”And he was with another man. They were arguing.”

”You were inside, and they were outside? How do you know they were arguing?”

Daryl scrunched up his face, and his gla.s.ses rode up the bridge of his nose. He adjusted them before he said, ”Well, you can tell, can't you? I mean, just by looking at people. Mr. Wyant's face... Well, I didn't know the man at all, but I remember seeing him on the cruise the other night, and he seemed...”

Something told me Daryl was thinking exactly what I was thinking, and what I was thinking was that when we saw Thad together on the cruise, Thad was arguing with Beth Howell.

”Well, I guess the cruise doesn't count,” he said, confirming my suspicion. ”That was an awkward moment for Mr. Wyant and that woman, whoever she was.” He looked at me to supply that information, and since I didn't want to get off track, I didn't say a word.

Daryl sighed. ”A man as well respected as Mr. Wyant, he must be studious and careful and knowledgeable, right?” He didn't wait for my answer, but gazed over my head with a faraway look in his eyes. ”That's not how he looked when he was talking to that man outside the hotel. Mr. Wyant's face, it was red and his hands were... you know...” Demonstrating, Daryl curled both his hands into fists. ”A couple times, Mr. Wyant even pointed his finger in the other man's face.”

”And how did that man react?”

”He was even madder than Mr. Wyant. His eyes were all squinched up. You know...” Daryl gave me what was supposed to be a sinister glare. Coming from Daryl, it was more of a puppy-dog look, but I didn't let on. There was no use spoiling things for him. ”He got up real close in Mr. Wyant's face, and... Well, I don't know what he said. I couldn't hear. But I can tell you this; whatever it was, it wasn't pretty and it wasn't friendly.”

”Was the man anyone you recognized from the conference?”

I didn't even realize I'd slipped right into investigation mode until I saw the way Daryl smiled knowingly. I hadn't meant to be that obvious, and I started to make an excuse, but he didn't give me a chance to finish it.

”You are working with the police,” he said. ”That's good. Because I'll tell you what, Josie. I can tell you're smart. And they're going to need somebody smart to help them figure this out.” Daryl tipped his head back. ”Was the man someone I recognized from the conference?” He paused, thought about it, shook his head. ”No. And I don't think he was from the conference. Because he was wearing a raincoat. You know, like he'd come into the hotel from the outside. Or like he was outside waiting for Thad. If he was part of our conference, he would have been down at the banquet, and he wouldn't have needed a coat.”

It was a good point, and I reminded myself to mention it to Nev when I recounted what Daryl told me.

”The police will want to hear about this from you,” I said out loud.

Daryl's shoulders shot back. ”Do you think they will?” Just as quickly, he folded in on himself and glanced from side to side, as if he was afraid someone might be watching. ”Do you think... Do you think I saw the killer?”

”I can't say, and you can't, either, so there's no use worrying about it.” It was the truth, so I didn't feel guilty for trying to soothe his fears. ”But I'll make sure I mention it to Detective Riley, and I'm sure he'll want to talk to you. He'll probably have you work with a police sketch artist. You know, to come up with a drawing of the man in the raincoat.”

The muscles of Daryl's jaw tightened. His eye twitched. ”I can do that,” he said. ”I mean, if it will help the police, I will do it. But only...” He glanced at me quickly, then glanced away. ”Will you come with me when I talk to them?” he asked. ”I mean... as a friend?”

Was Daryl a friend?

I wouldn't go so far as to say that, but I wasn't stupid. If it took having someone along for Daryl to feel comfortable enough to tell Nev what he knew, I wasn't about to question it.

I promised I'd be right there at his side.

I was saved from any further uncomfortable revelations about friends.h.i.+p when the beeping alarm on my cell phone went off.

The sound hit me like that bell in Pavlov's dog experiment, and I shoved the paper top on my coffee cup and rose from the table, scrambling to get organized. ”Oh my gosh. We've got judging this morning! I completely forgot about the b.u.t.ton compet.i.tion. Helen's supposed to be supervising the judging, and I left her at the breakfast. She's going to need plenty of help, and I can't leave her high and dry.”

Daryl clutched his teacup with both hands. ”I'm not nearly good enough to enter compet.i.tions yet,” he said.

I was just reaching for my purse, and Daryl touched his hand to mine. Normally, I would have been on my toes enough to see it coming. Or at least cool enough to extricate my hand slowly.

The way it was, my head was spinning with all Daryl had told me about the man Thad Wyant had argued with, and my heart was doing the sort of tap dance it always did when judging was about to start and I was involved in seeing that everything was in order, working smoothly, and as impartial to our contestants as it was possible to be.

I guess that explained why I stood there and stared.

”Thank you,” Daryl said, increasing the pressure on my hand just enough to make the encounter shoot right past friendly to uncomfortable. ”I won't forget this, Josie. In my book, we didn't really need Thad Wyant here. You're the real star of this b.u.t.ton conference.”

I WASN'T FEELING much like a star.

Then again, I wasn't exactly liking the attention I was getting from Daryl, either.

I reminded myself to keep my distance, and next time Daryl mentioned the police, it might not hurt to say something about the fact that Nev and I were an almost-couple. Stretching the truth? Yeah, a little. But all in the name of getting Daryl to back off.

The thought firmly in mind, I headed back to the hotel and right into the conference room where the b.u.t.ton judging would begin in just another hour. Sounds like a lot of time, doesn't it? Believe me, it's not. Not when there's so much to do before the judging can even begin.