The nod of Eddie’s head sent Cassie’s world spinning.
“Neither denied it. Of course, the bastard’s dick was still inside my wife’s vagina at the time, so…”
“Kind of hard to talk your way out of that one,” Knox muttered beneath his breath.
“He’s lying.” Cassie refused to believe Lori would do that to her. “Lori’s my best friend. She would never?—”
“Lori swore to me she was going to break it off.”
“And did she?”
Eddie shook his head. “She said she did, but she lied.”
“And how do you know this?”
“I had her followed.”
“By whom?”
“Private Investigator.”
“I need his name.” She pushed the pad of paper and a pen toward Yates.
Eddie’s cuffs sounded unnaturally loud again as he scribbled something on the pad and shoved it and the pen back across the table. “Simon Curtis. He works out of an office on the south end of town.”
“I appreciate the cooperation. Now back to the cherry pits. Were those leftover from when you broke into Cassie Montgomery’s home and poisoned her wine?”
There was only a slight hesitation before Eddie said, “Yes.”
Her sharp intake of air filled the tiny room. “Oh my god.”
It really was him.
Eddie really was the one who’d tried killing her—twice—but had ended up murdering Russ, instead.
Archer held Cassie close, both astounded as the shocking confession continued.
“I knew Cassie was out of town on business. I waited for the storm to take out the power, and then I used the security code Russ had given me once to enter through the basement door. I put the pits in the wine and left.”
“Why the wine?”
“I’d heard her and Lori talking once about how they both liked having a glass of wine before bed. And since the bottle had already been opened, I figured it was the best choice.”
“Swear to Christ, if this guy wasn’t already in police custody…”
Archer’s seething comment trailed off, but Cassie knew how that sentence would have ended. Because she was thinking the same damn thing. Almost.
Despite all he’d done to her, Cassie didn’t want to see Eddie dead. She wanted him behind bars, where he belonged. Archer, however…
She glanced up at him.
Oh yeah. He wants Eddie dead.
“So you’re upset that your wife and business partner—who was also your best friend, from what I’ve been told—continued to sleep together, so you decided to kill your friend’s wife? Help me out here, Eddie, because that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me.”
“Cassie should have been a better wife!” Eddie’s outburst was accompanied by his fists slamming against the table. “If she was, Russ never would have turned tomywife! He never would have mademywife want him instead of me, and he never would have made her fall inlovewith him!”
If a pen had dropped in either room, they all would have been able to hear it.