Page 63 of Line of Sight

Gary picked up his pen. “Where do you work now?”

“At Evolve Industries.”

Riley gave a mock gasp. “Impressive.”

She arched her eyebrows again. “Youfollow Boston tech companies?” Disbelief laced her words.

“No, but I work with someone who does. I spoke with him before this interview. Evolve… I’d call that a huge step up the career ladder. You must be good at what you do.”

Amy bit her lip. “Actually… I’m the COO.”

Riley grinned. “Definitely a huge step. And how long have you been the COO?”

“Since… since about a month after I joined Evolve.”

Dan did the math. Either someone at Evolve was really on the ball and spotted Amy’s talents the moment she arrived, or else she was headhunted.

She did say she got an offer.

Then he realized there was another possibility, one he had no evidence for.

Yet.

“You were going to tell us where you were the night Jeff died.” Gary moved the proceedings smoothly back on course.

“Well, it was a year ago, but….”

“But you do remember, don’t you?” Dan interjected. “Where you were, who you were with.”

Amy frowned as though deep in thought. “Ithinkso. I’d gone out for dinner with friends. I think we went to… Lucca. Yeah, that was it. Lucca on South Shore. I love Italian.”

That smile was way too forced, and about as believable as her pretending to try to remember.

Dan reined in his emotions. He wasn’t being objective, and Amy could be perfectly innocent.

Except his senses were telling him otherwise, and Dan trusted them implicitly.

Gary scribbled a note. “And who did you go there with?”

“Jason Kelly—that’s Senator Kelly of course. From Maine? Jennifer Sullivan and Greg Collins. Do you need to talk to them too? I can give you their numbers.” She reached into her purse and removed her phone.

Gary smiled. “That’s okay. We’ve already spoken with Greg, and we’ll be talking to Jennifer Sullivan later this afternoon.”

Amy’s knee bounced even harder, her cigarette drumming out an erratic rhythm.

“So there were the four of you?” Gary asked.

“Yes.”

“Any special reason for the dinner?” Riley cocked his head. “Someone’s birthday, a celebration?”

“No, nothing like that. We… we just hadn’t gotten together for a while. We all went to UMass, you see.” She glanced at Gary. “With Brad.”

It was Riley who replied. “Yeah, we know.”

“How long did the meal last?” Gary tapped out his own rhythm with his pen.

“I can’t remember.”