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“Sleep in, did you?” Hardy asked.
He looked at her, not sure whether to answer. Jayne said, “Could you give us a couple minutes?”
“Fine,” he said, handing the phone back to Hardy and padding out of the room in his bare feet.
“Sorry about that,” Jayne said.
“No problem.” She tried again to hand her phone to Jayne, and this time Jayne took it and looked at the image.
“Why are you showing me this?” she asked.
“Do you recognize her?”
“No.”
Hardy took back the phone. “Okay. Let me ask you this. Where—”
“No,” Jayne said abruptly. “I’m not answering any more questions until you answer mine. Why did Andrew change his name, and why are you asking me about the woman in that picture?”
“Okay,” Detective Hardy said. “Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll fill you in.”
Eleven
Statement of Greg Raymus, June 8, 2016, 6:42 p.m., interviewed by Detective Marissa Hardy.
Detective Hardy: Thanks for coming in, Mr. Raymus.
Greg: No problem. Anything to help. This is just an awful thing that’s happened.
Detective Hardy: Let me just get this right for the record. Your name is Gregoire Franklin Raymus.
Greg: Right, but I just go by Greg.
Detective Hardy: I want to ask you about the Saturday night when you and Mr. Mason were up at your respective cabins at Sorrow Bay, but first I’d like to ask you about how things have been between Mr. Mason and his wife, Brie.
Greg: Um, okay.
Detective Hardy: How would—I’m sorry, but you can’t smoke in here.
Greg: Oh, sorry. It’s not a joint or anything, but I do roll my own.
Detective Hardy: You just can’t smoke in here. How would you describe the relationship between your friend and his wife.
Greg: You know. It’s a good marriage, I guess. I mean, is there any marriage out there that’s perfect?
Detective Hardy: Are you married yourself, Mr. Raymus?
Greg: Me? No.
Detective Hardy: But you’d say that your friend and his wife were getting along okay.
Greg: You know, ups and downs.
Detective Hardy: By ups and downs, are you referring to the affair that Mr. Mason had?
Greg: Oh, you know about that.
Detective Hardy: Yes, I do.
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