scrubbed his hands over his stubbled face. âOh, God, all this time Iâve been hoping, praying that she was all right and that sheâd come around eventually. And all this time, she was in the groundâlost to us.â His voice hitched.
âIf youâre up to it, Mr. Sullivan, weâd like to ask you a few more questions,â Malloy prompted as gently as he could.
âAnything,â Henry Sullivan said. âAsk me anything. I donât have anything to live for except catching the bastard who did this to my little girl.â He grabbed hold of Malloyâs arm. âYou will catch him, right?â
âWeâll catch him,â Malloy promised.
Chapter 8
âW hy did you tell that man you were going to catch whoever killed his daughter?â Kristin demanded in a hushed whisper when they walked out of Henry Sullivanâs house nearly an hour later. âYou canât make a promise like that in good conscience.â
âI damn well am going to try to catch whoever killed his daughter,â Malloy told her, and then his mood lightened just a little as, approaching his vehicle, he asked her, âWhy are you whispering? Sullivanâs inside the house. He canât hear you from there.â
Kristin realized that sheâd overreacted. She shrugged, feeling somewhat foolish. âFor a minute, I thought he might come out and follow us.â
She hadnât really thought that, but it was a good enough excuse to give the detective.
Opening the door on the passenger side, Kristin got in. âThat poor manâs been through so much. He clearly holds himself responsible in some way for his daughterâs death.â
âLots of girls have arguments with their fathers and they donât go running awayâor wind up dead.â Malloy got in on his side. âBesides, he said she was going back to college after summer break. Itâs very possible that whatever happened to her might have happened either on the way back, or after she got to school.â
âHer father said he never spoke to her again,â she reminded Malloy.
He put his key into the ignition and started up the car. âTypical teenage stuff. She held a grudge, didnât want to talk to him until she cooled offâor Sullivan apologized. Either way, that doesnât point to her running away.â
âWhat makes you such an expert on teenage girls?â she challenged.
âThree sistersâand I have the scars to prove it,â he added with a grin.
Kristin deliberately looked out through the windshield, avoiding eye contact for the moment. He had a way about him that was getting to her, and she really didnât want that happening.
âMaybe you should look up some of the teachers she had at the time. One of them might be able to give you some insight into what her on-campus life was like.â
He glanced at her with amused admiration. âYou know, if you set your mind to it, you might make a pretty good detective, Doc.â
âWhat makes you think Iâm not one already?â she said, forgetting her promise to herself, and glared at Malloy. âYou put together crime-scene clues. I put together the clues that a dead body gives me.â
Instead of offering an argument, Malloy nodded. âYou have a point.â
Kristin frowned. That wasnât the response sheâd expected from him.
âStop being so agreeable,â she told him. âIt makes it hard for me not to like you.â
âGood, because thatâs one of my goals,â he told her amicably. âTo get you to like me.â
She wasnât about to ask him about his other goals, and she definitely wasnât going to let him get to her, Kristin thought. She wasnât about to become just another name in a long list of women in his past. âDonât get any ideas, Detective.â
âItâs Malloy, remember? And itâs too late,â he told her.
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