stared out into the café. âHeâd start sneaking off with other girls, and Iâd rag him about it, even though I knew that wouldnât help.â
âDerek couldnât keep his pants on,â Jennifer interjected.
Diane shook her head, as if all those bad times and good times were jumbled together in her mind. âAnd then, heâd start going after other girls right in front of me, at the bar, for instance. Or anywhere weâd go. I remember when we stopped for dinner on the way back from a concert in Denver, and he put the moves on a waitress right in front of me.â Her tone turned bitter.
Jennifer caught Kellyâs eye. âI told you he was a bastard.â
âHe sure sounds like it,â Kelly agreed with a wry smile. âBut, you know, that doesnât mean a damn.â
Both Jennifer and Diane stared back.
Now that she had Dianeâs attention, Kelly zeroed in. âIt doesnât mean a damn, because Derekâs dead now, and the police are looking for the killer. And because of that stormy past you two shared, you can understand why the police have questioned you, canât you, Diane?â
Dianeâs mouth tightened. âYes.â
Kelly leaned forward, crossing her arms on the table. âWhy donât you tell me about your fight with Derek at the bar? What happened that night?â she asked in a gentle tone.
Diane took a breath. âDerek and I had broken up again and hadnât dated for a couple of months. Whenever he showed up at the bar, he always had a new girl with him so I stayed out of his way. Then that night, he shows up alone.â She began tracing invisible patterns on the tablecloth. âIâd already had too much to drink by the time he showed up, so I must have smarted off to him or something, because he starts in on me. Taunting me, telling me how glad he was to be rid of me, how bad I was in bed, and how Iâd be passed out drunk half the time he was with me.â
Dianeâs voice had dropped so low that Kelly had to strain to hear her over the lunchtime noise.
âAnyway, I just snapped. I donât know. I was sick and tired of his bad-mouthing me to my face, and now, now he was doing it in front of others.â She closed her eyes. âI donât remember exactly what happened next, but I must have gone for him, I guess. Thatâs what Ted, the bartender, told me later. He said I smashed the glass I had in my hand and lunged for Derek. Ted said one of the guys held me back, but I guess I shouted something. Something like, âI oughta bash that pretty face in.â I donât knowâ¦.â Her voice drifted off, eyes still closed, as if afraid the vivid memories would reappear.
Kelly, however, saw the violent images forming in her own mind. An ugly, drunken bar scene. âDo you remember anything else?â
Dianeâs mouth twisted. âYeah, I remember Derek laughing. Laughing his head off as I left the bar.â
âBastard,â Jennifer hissed.
âHowâd you get home? Please tell me you didnât drive,â Kelly asked.
The lighter tone seemed to penetrate Dianeâs ugly memories, and she opened her eyes. Kelly glimpsed some of the pain of that experience before Diane stared at her hands, which were clasped tightly on the tabletop.
âOne of the girlsâCindy, I thinkâdrove me home.â
Kelly leaned back in her chair, letting Dianeâs story filter through her mind, while the waitress served their salads and soups. She deliberately turned her attention to Eduardoâs good cooking and away from painful memories while they enjoyed their meal.
From what sheâd heard so far, Kelly was surprised Lieutenant Peterson hadnât already questioned Diane a second time, especially since sheâd lied in the first interview. Kelly poked through the romaine lettuce, searching for a juicy morsel of mozzarella, picturing Petersonâs quiet,
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