“I was hoping you could answer that,” I said. “I never knew Lindsay—not in person, anyway—so I can only go off what you and Hunter tell me.”
“Oh. Right.”
“Did you ever have any suspects?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Not really. Like I said before, I tried to accept that it was a suicide in the end. So I had a few suspicions at first, but I didn’t sit around racking my brains for every possible suspect. I just tried my best to stop thinking about it.”
“Fair enough.”
“Did Hunter have any other suspects apart from you?” he asked.
“I don’t think so,” I replied. “He was so sure it was me that he focused all of his attention on me.”
“Damn.”
“I guess the first thing we could focus on is the note,” I said, cocking my head to one side. “How many people could realistically copy Lindsay’s writing?”
Adam let out a short sigh. “I wasn’t exaggerating before. I think anyone who knew her or went to school with her could do it.”
“Okay. So that doesn’t narrow it down at all,” I said with a frown. “What about the rooftop garden? Who knew about that and knew she might be up there?”
“Everyone knew about it. Friends. Relatives. Probably at least fifty people all up.”
“So that doesn’t narrow it down at all either,” I said. I chewed on my bottom lip for a few seconds. “I guess there’s only one thing we can focus on, then. Motive.”
Adam stared down at his hands. “Yeah. I guess so,” he murmured.
I reached over and patted his arm. “We don’t have to talk about this right now,” I said. “We can wait.”
He drew in a deep breath and looked back up at me. “No. It’s okay. I want to do this.”
“Okay. I’ll be back in a second.”
I went to the café counter and asked if I could borrow one of their order notepads. The waitress nodded and gave one to me right away.
“All right,” I said as I returned to the table. “We can write anything we think of down here and show it to Hunter when we see him.”
“Okay.” Adam handed me his pen.
I flipped the notepad open. “So… who might’ve had a motive?” I asked. “And what could those motives be?”
“I hate to say this, because she was my sister. One of my closest friends, too. But she had a lot of enemies,” he replied in a low, tentative voice, staring distantly at the wall.
“Yeah, I know. Hunter told me a bit about that.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” he said, turning back to me. “She was a good person. She just did bad things sometimes.”
I gave him a tight smile. “I know exactly what you mean.”
He fell silent for a beat. Then he rubbed his chin, brows dipping in a frown. “I guess the first person cops focus on when a woman is murdered is the husband or boyfriend. So in Lindsay’s case, that would be Kairo Belmont. You know him. He’s one of the Princes.”
I wrote down Kairo’s name. “Do you think he’s capable of killing someone?
“I don’t know,” he said. “I’ve wondered about him a few times, and he was the main one I had suspicions about when it happened. Mostly because Lindsay cheated on him a lot.”
“Oh, right. That’s a pretty common motive for murder.”
“Yeah. Thing is, though, he’s a really nice guy. I can’t picture him doing anything to hurt someone. Not physically, anyway.”