Page 72 of Want to Know a Secret?

“Of course!” I exclaim, like I’m absolutely delighted that this man who is investigating the murder of my husband’s mistress is entering my home. “Can I offer you some coffee? Or maybe some homemade cookies?”

“Oh right.” Hanrahan snaps his fingers. “You got that cooking show. Something Secrets…”

I get a sick feeling in my chest. How does he know about my show? Has he been investigating me? I’d prefer he knew nothing about me. “Sweet Secrets.”

“Right. Sweet Secrets.” He nods. “I saw the one where you were making chocolate chip cookies. That was a good tip with the sea salt. If I ever find myself making cookies, I’ll go ahead and do that.”

I swallow. “Could I offer you a cookie, Detective?”

“No, thanks, Mrs. Masterson.” He pats his gut. “Watching the waistline, you know?”

“Right.” I force a smile. “Unfortunately, Elliot isn’t here at the moment. He went to work.”

“Well, that’s okay. Actually, you’re the one I wanted to speak to.”

I have to grab onto the banister to keep from collapsing. He wants to speak to me. That’s not good. “Sure. What about?”

“Well, here’s the thing…” I feel the detective’s pale blue eyes studying my face. “I spoke to the woman who had the book club last night, and she said you weren’t there. She said you came for a minute, but then you left.”

“Right.” There’s no point in denying it. There were too many witnesses. “I just came for a very short time.”

“Huh. Interesting. So tell me…” He cocks his head to the side. “Where were you last night when your husband thought you were at the book club?”

“I just…” I take a step back. “I went to get some dinner at Taco Bell. Then I pretty much came right back.”

“Okay, I see,” he says. “And how long did that take?”

“About half an hour. Then I came home.”

Half an hour couldn’t possibly be long enough to have killed Brianna and make it back home. Granted, the actual time was more like two hours. But Elliot will vouch for me. We can be each other’s alibis.

Unless they think we killed her together.

He nods at the front door. “Is that your SUV out front?”

“Yes…”

“It’s just interesting.” He shrugs. “We have a witness who noticed a white SUV driving around Brianna’s neighborhood late last night.”

I swallow. “Well, it’s a very common color. I mean, there are probably three or four white SUVs on this block alone. Even my next-door neighbor has one. We all have big cars because we’ve got kids, and SUVs are very safe. And white is the safest color, because you’re more visible.”

He smiles again but it doesn’t touch his eyes. “Yeah. You’re probably right.”

Well, I am right. White SUVs are very common. That’s not enough to lock me away for murder.

“Is that all?” I say, a touch coldly.

“I think so.” He starts to turn around just like last time, but once again he pauses. “Wait. One more question.”

God, no more of this. Please. “Sure.”

“What were you and Brianna fighting about yesterday morning in front of your house?”

A sick feeling comes over me. I should have known one of my nosy neighbors would have witnessed that fight. “Fighting?”

He smiles almost apologetically. “Your neighbor said she saw the two of you fighting. I was just wondering what it was about.”

My “neighbor.” I’m willing to bet any amount of money that this helpful neighbor was Maria Cooper.