guy with any more violence. Already Eric could be charged with assault. He took a step back, giving the other man some breathing room.
“Sorry, dude,” he said. “I’m just worried about Philomene. I went a little crazy there.”
“Why do you care about her?” Jerrod asked suspiciously. “She sleeping with you, too?”
“No, nothing like that.”
“We’re her friends, that’s all.” Bree placed her hand on Eric’s arm. “Come on, this is getting us nowhere. Let’s go look somewhere else.”
Eric would have preferred to stay here and pound some more answers out of Jerrod. If they really were cops, they would ask the same questions over and over in different ways, trying to get Jerrod to change his story. But Bree was uncomfortable.
“If you find her,” Jerrod said, “tell her to call me. She’s still got some DVDs of mine, and if we’re through, I want ’em back.”
“You don’t sound that broken up about getting dumped,” Eric observed.
Jerrod shrugged. “Like I said, it didn’t come as a big surprise.”
Bree said nothing until they were back in the car. “Wow. Here I thought you were some mild-mannered lawyer, and you go all Rambo on that poor guy.”
“‘That poor guy’ is our best suspect. Why would Philomene abandon her car if she was leaving town? And why would she give it to a guy like that?”
“Yeah, but someone texted Jerrod. If he did it himself, why didn’t he cook up a better story?”
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