“I just want to talk,” Jasper said, holding his hands slightly from his sides.
“You’re a cop. Why should I talk to you?” Nadeya said.
“Because I don’t think you killed that man on the beach. We’re both friends of Teague’s, maybe we could build on that.”
“Teague has lots of friends. . . .”
“No, Teague knows every damn body, but there are only a few of us he calls friends. You’re one of them—He told me what happened to your fiancé.”
She tightened up. Jasper took a step back, raising his hands.
“Would he share that with just anyone?”
Nadeya’s lower lip trembled slightly and she blinked hard. Jasper caught the hint of a tear in her eyes.
“He wouldn’t unless he knew I would help. You think I drop what I’m doing and run everyone out to a crime scene just cause I’m nice? Teague and I trust each other and I’d like to extend that courtesy to you, if you’ll let me.”
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