Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
“No.”
“Then how did you know he would be home?”
“I didn’t. I mean, I knew he was staying at the lake house, and I knew it was late, so I assumed he would be home. If I got there and he wasn’t home, I would have just left. Wasn’t a big deal.”
“Did you use your GPS to get there?”
“No.”
“Why did you go to the lake house last night?”
“To see Tor.”
“For what purpose?” he presses.
“Sexual ones,” I state, holding his gaze.
He nods slightly. “So, you and Tor have been seeing each other. When did that start?”
I swallow, trying to recall exactly what he told me about when we supposedly started hooking up, but so much of last night feels fuzzy. “Not long ago. A few weeks, I guess. We ran into each other at a restaurant—The Angry Lizard—and he followed me out to my car to talk about… what happened. He wanted to go for a ride to talk. We ended up hooking up that night, and… one thing led to another. We’ve hooked up a few times since.”
“How many times?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” he asks skeptically.
“It wasn’t serious. No one even knew we were hooking up. For obvious reasons, it’s complicated.”
“For the record, I do need you to explain to me why it’s complicated.”
My jaw locks, but I work to unlock it. “Last summer, Timothy Walters raped me. I pressed charges. We have been in a legal battle over it for the past year. His family hates me, and the feeling is mutual.”
“Did Timothy Walters know you were hooking up with his brother?”
“I don’t know if Tor told him about it at first,” I say, trying to think through the logistics of my answer as I come up with it. “He was at the house when I got there last night, so I think he figured it out.”
“And he didn’t have any issue with that?”
“If he did, Tor didn’t tell me.”
“Did you speak to Timothy Walters when you got to the house last night?”
“Not really.”
“You didn’t argue?”
My heart sinks a little at the way he doubles back, like he knows it’s not the truth. “We didn’t argue. I didn’t want to talk to him. I went straight upstairs to Tor’s bedroom.”
“Torrance Walters and Timothy Walters are identical twins. To your knowledge, have you ever mixed them up?”
I frown, taken off guard by the question. “No. I’ve always been able to tell them apart.”
“How?”
“I don’t know. They’re different people. They have different… mannerisms, different ways of talking to me.”
“Were you and Timothy alone together at any point last night?”
“No. Like I said, I went right up to Tor’s room.”
“Did Torrance answer the door or did Timothy?”
I lick my lips. “Do you have water?”
“Yes.” He pushes his chair back, turning to reach into a small mini fridge beneath one of his bookcases. He grabs a bottle of water and hands it to me across the desk.
“Thank you.” I uncap it and take a quick drink.
“Who answered the door?” he asks again.
“Timothy Walters answered the door.”
My skin heats. Tor and I never discussed the answer to that question, so I have no idea what he said.
The lawyer cocks an eyebrow. “But you didn’t speak to him?”
“Like I said, not really. I just told him I was there to see his brother.”
“Did he seem surprised?”
“Not really.”
“Had you seen Timothy on a previous occasion when you were coming over to meet Torrance?”
I shake my head. “It was the first time we hooked up at the lake house.”
“You said you went straight up to Tor’s room. I take it Tor was not downstairs when Timothy let you in?”
“No, he was upstairs.”
“So you were alone with Timothy Walters last night.”
My skin feels so hot, even my ears are burning. “I guess I was for a few seconds.”
“Did Tor come downstairs when you got there, or did you go upstairs alone?”
I lick my lips. “I went upstairs alone.”
“So you were the last person to see Timothy Walters alive?”
Yes. But that’s a bad answer.
“No. Tor… he went downstairs for a bottle of water, so he saw Tim after I got there.”
“Did he get you one?”
“What?”
“A bottle of water,” he clarifies.
I shake my head. “I took a few sips of his.”
“Mm. Seems a little rude.”
“He asked if I wanted one. I told him I wasn’t thirsty. After we had sex, I was.”
He’s not convinced, but he moves on. “Is it possible Torrance Walters murdered his brother when he went downstairs to grab that bottle of water?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head.
“Why not?”
“Why would Tor murder his own brother?”
“Well, it sounds like Timothy raped his girlfriend. That could be motive.”
“It’s not,” I say flatly. “I’m not even technically his girlfriend, and while Tor and I have a relationship now, we didn’t back then. He showed up on his brother’s side of the courtroom, not mine. He didn’t break ranks with his family and defend me. I don’t…” I shake my head. “There’s no reason he would do something like that.”