Renae laughed. “Why didn’t you say anything?” She seemed fixated on this point.
Samantha took a big breath. Might as well come clean. Maybe Carol wouldn’t judge her too harshly. Maybe Carol had done worse. “The truth is ... I blacked out that night. I sort of knew that I’d helped someone, but I didn’t know who, and I didn’t know what happened.” And now she doubted that they’d figured anything out at all. “Hey, I live alongway from the hospital. Are you sure it was me?”
Renae’s eyes traveled up and down Samantha. “I wouldn’t testify to it in court, but it sure looks like you’re wearing her coat.” She reached out and touched it. “Is that my blood?”
“Oh no,” Samantha said quickly. “It’s wine.”
Renae stared at her.
“No, no, I wasn’t drinking it. And I washed it. But your blood came out easier than the wine, I guess.”Oh my word, stop babbling.“Anyway, do you remember anything else?”
“Yeah. I remember that I got into a fight outside the bar—”
“What bar?”
“Julia’s.”
She’d gone to Julia’s? Why?“And I was there?”
Chapter 23
“I’m pretty sure youwere inside the bar at Julia’s,” Renae said. “I remember closing the place down. Then after, outside, I got into something with this woman, and she hit me, and I hit my head on something. Not sure what. I’ve gone back, and it looked like there might have been some blood on the corner of the dumpster, but it’s so hard to tell.”
Whoa. Two of them had been following this blood trail.
“The next thing I remember was walking, and I was so tired I just wanted to pass out, but you wouldn’t let me. You kept pulling me to the hospital.”
This didn’t make any sense. “Julia’s is like two miles from the hospital.” They must have gotten a ride.
“Not quite,” Carol said. “Maybe a little more than a mile.”
“Still, we walked amile?” She couldn’t believe it.
“Not really. You dragged me a mile.”
That didn’t sound like her.