K.J. Emrick - Darcy Sweet 12 - Death at the Wheel by K.J. Emrick Page B

suspicions.  Which reminded her.
    “You’ve heard the news, I’m guessing?” she asked him.  “Lindsay’s awake?”
    “Yes.  Her doctor called me as soon as he could.  She’s awake, and has amnesia.  So, she can’t tell us anything.  No sense in pressing her until she’s had a chance to collect her thoughts, he said.  I tend to agree.  How’s her mother taking it?”
    “Hard.  Very hard.  That Alan Harlow stayed by Lindsay’s side the whole time until she woke up, and then Lindsay didn’t even know who Rosie was.  I think it made her feel guilty.  But then she didn’t remember Alan, either.”
    “Wow,” Jon remarked, setting his pen down.  “That’s harsh.  He must have been devastated.”
    “I don’t know.  He certainly didn’t seem to be.  In fact, his reaction to everything was kind of flat.  Like, I told him his best friend had died in the accident and he hardly said anything at all.”
    “People can be like that,” Jon said, echoing what she had told herself earlier.  “It’s hard to say how someone will react to bad news.”
    “I don’t know.  There’s something not right with him, Jon.  Rosie is worried about what kind of man married her daughter.”
    He sat back in his chair.  “And you?  What do you think?”
    She chose her words carefully.  “I think there’s more to him than what he’s telling us.”  She explained her concern about Alan’s glasses not being broken, and how he was walking around the car in her vision.  When she was done, he nodded thoughtfully, agreeing with her that it could mean something or it could mean nothing at all.
    “Well, we know he’s married to her, right?  I mean, he has the wedding band on his necklace just like Lindsay had.”  Jon took out a small yellow notepad from a drawer in his desk and began writing notes for himself.  “So we know that part is true.  The rest of his story fits the facts as we know them, but you’re right that it seems a little suspicious.  I hadn’t planned on running criminal histories on the victims of a car accident but now maybe I think I will.  I’ll also go down to the hospital myself to take his statement.”
    “I could do that for you,” Wilson said, returning at that moment with the sodas.  “You’ve got enough to do here.  I’d like the chance to talk to Lindsay, too.”
    Darcy and Jon looked at each other.  The way Wilson had said that…
    “Did you used to know her, or something?” Darcy asked him.
    He nodded, looking embarrassed.  “When we were younger.  Before she got into that huge argument with her mom.  We, uh, kind of dated.  For a couple of years.”
    “Really?” Jon said.  “I didn’t know that.  Are you too close to this, Will?”
    “No,” he answered immediately.  “Not at all.  I haven’t spoken with Lindsay since she left town.  It’s all professional on my part, I promise.”
    He stood there waiting for Jon’s approval to go, shifting from foot to foot.  No matter what he said, it was obvious to Darcy that this was not just professional.  There might still be a little bit of an old flame burning in Wilson’s heart.
    “Yeah, sure,” Jon finally said.  “That sounds like a good idea.  Take down Alan’s statement, lock him into something in writing, even if he doesn’t want to.  Get whatever medical reports you can from the doctors, too, and maybe do a quick interview with Lindsay.  Just a quick one.  We’ll do a follow up when her memory is better.”
    “Thanks, Jon.  I’m going to take our unmarked car, all right?”  Wilson looked almost relieved that he’d get a chance to go over to the hospital.  Darcy might even say he looked eager.
    She stared after him as he grabbed his suit coat and took the keys Jon offered him.  Hand on her soda, she flicked the pop top with her fingernail over and over as thoughts rolled through her mind.
    “I know that look,” Jon told her.  “That look is never good.”
    “What