“What the hell was that about? Did he think we were that stupid? No fucking way I’m going to be his patsy.”
“Chill, Bet,” Rafe said, patting my knee before zooming out of his parking spot. “If he doesn’t tell the cops, we will. Simple like that.”
“I have a feeling we should have taken the note with us,” I said uneasily. I couldn’t get over my feeling that Brian was trying to snow us. To what purpose, I couldn’t begin to fathom, but I would have felt better if the money and the note were in my possession.
“It would have been stealing,” Rafe pointed out as he swung into traffic. “He could have had us arrested if we tried something like that.”
“I hate it when you make sense,” I sighed, settling back into the seat. I shut my eyes, but they immediately popped open as I was too ramped up to sleep. “What else do you think he’s hiding?”
“I don’t know,” Rafe shrugged. “I’ll tell you what, though. I don’t think he killed Lydia, as much as I’d like to pin it on him.”
“I don’t think he did, either,” I replied sadly. It would have been nice and neat if he had been the killer, but I just couldn’t fit him in the role. If he had been found dead, I would have suspected it was Lydia who had killed him, but he really had no reason to kill her.