flashed him a smile. âSomething that might help you solve the murder. At least, thatâs how it works in my books.â Hillary sat up straight again.
âWhy donât you tell me what you remember about that night.â
âIâve been having the worst case of writerâs block. Thatâs why I decided to come to Frederickport and stay at Marlow House. I thought it might help get my creative juices flowing.â
âHas it?â
Hillary smiled again. âI suppose it has. But it didnât work immediately. In fact, thatâs why I went out that night. I was frustrated, discouraged. Danielle had already gone to bed, and Lily was in Portland with Ian. I was boredâantsy. I tried watching some television. Finally, I decided to take a walk, clear my head.â
Hillary leaned forward again, hands resting on her knees. âI wish I could tell you something that might help you, Chief. But I donât remember seeing anyoneâor anythingâon my walk down to the pier. In fact, I donât think any cars drove by. It was pretty quiet out.â
âWhat happened once you reached the pier?â
âMy first thought was to get some ice cream at that little shop down there. They make marvelous homemade ice cream, you know. But it was closed. So I decided to go into the Pier Café instead. I really didnât talk to anyone in there, just the waitress who took my order andâwell, your murder victim. But aside from our brief discussion over pie, that was the extent of our conversation. Iâm sorry.â
âWhat did you do after you left the restaurant?â
âDonât you want to know what happened in the restaurant?â
âI thought you just said you only had a brief conversation with Jolene and the waitress.â
âPerhaps I saw your victim talking to someone. Or perhaps arguing with another customerâor the server. Maybe I saw someone follow her out of the restaurant.â
The chief arched his brows. âDid you?â
Leaning back again, Hillary shook her head. âNo. But shouldnât you be asking those types of questions? Thatâs what I have my detectives ask. But no, I didnât notice anything like that. In fact, I hadnât even noticed her walk into the diner. I was reading and eating my pie when she approached me and asked what kind it was. She took a seat after that, and I went back to eating and reading. I didnât really notice her again, or when she left.â
âYou noticed something,â Walt voiced to deaf ears.
âTell me about when you left the restaurant.â
Hillary shrugged. âI walked back here. Nothing much to tell.â
âDid you go right home, or perhaps you walked down to the beach?â
âNo. I left the restaurant and just came straight back here.â
âDid you walk along the beach side of the street?â he asked.
âNo. I crossed the street at the entrance of the pier and walked back on the sidewalk, on Marlow Houseâs side of the street, not the beach side.â
âYouâre not telling the truth. You were there. You saw everything,â Walt grumbled.
âYou didnât walk down the pier or on the beach?â
Hillary frowned. âDidnât I just say that?â
âWhen you left the restaurant, did you see anyone on the pier?â
âI noticed a couple fishermen. I think there might have been some other people on the pier, but I honestly wasnât paying attention. Iâm sorry, Chief, I wish I could help you.â
Chapter Thirteen
â S heâs upstairs in her room, typing away,â Danielle said when she entered the parlor after Hillary ended her interview with the chief and went back upstairs. In the parlor, Danielle found Lily, MacDonald, and Walt.
âJust like I expected, she admitted seeing nothing,â MacDonald said after Danielle closed the door behind her.
âShe obviously saw
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