There were a number of covered cars up there, and King started checking each. Arriving at the third vehicle, he lifted off the cover completely and let it drop to the floor. He looked at the vehicle’s model name.
“A 300 SL.” He knelt down and inspected the tires, running his hand along the tread. He held up one finger for Michelle to see.
“Mud,” she said. “But how could someone take this car and no one know about it?”
“Easy. This building isn’t used anymore, Sally told us. And it’s not visible from the house. And that gravel road we came up leads right to the side road. If she’s only driving late at night, chances are good no one would see her.”
“Her. So I guess it’s pretty clear who our sexy stripper/drug user is.”
King straightened up. “Yes, it is. And I guess we better go and talk to her.”
“This isn’t going to be pretty.”
“Trust me: not knowing the truth is even uglier.”
They headed in the direction of the mansion. Before they got there, however, King veered off, passed by the stables and went through the gate connecting the carriage house and the Battle mansion properties.
“Sean, where are you going? Savannah’ll be at Casa Battle.”
King ignored her and kept marching along. She hurried after him. He saw the car parked out front, raced up the steps and pounded on the carriage house’s front door. They soon heard footsteps coming and the door opened.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“Can we come in, Dorothea?” asked King. He placed one foot inside the doorway in case he didn’t get the answer he wanted.
“Why?” she demanded.
“Kyle Montgomery’s dead.”
One of Dorothea’s hands flew to her chest, and she stepped back as though staggered by a physical blow. “I… I don’t know who that is.”
“We know everything, Dorothea. We traced the car.”
“What car?”
“The 300 SL in the car barn you used to drive to the Aphrodisiac.”
She stared defiantly at them. “You’re wrong.”
“We’re wasting time,” King said impatiently. “You were seen leaving the club, Dorothea. We have a witness who recently saw you get in the car and drive off around five in the morning.”
Dorothea’s defiant look started to fade.
“This same person heard you and Kyle arguing. You pulled a gun on him. You threatened him—”
“I didn’t threaten that little…” Dorothea stopped and looked like she might faint.
King said quietly, “I thought you’d want to talk to us first, before the police. But if not, we can go ahead and call them now.”
“Oh, my God,” she said. Within seconds her hardened exterior simply crumbled and tears slid down her cheeks. King pushed open the door and they went in.
CHAPTER
63
“I DIDN’T KILL HIM, SEAN.
I didn’t.”