by Curry, Edna
“So the garage would have been locked again after you left? No one could get into the garage without a key?”
Sam looked startled. I was sure he hadn’t thought of that before now. His brow furrowed as he seemed to be trying to figure it out as he explained.
“No, no one could get in. When the door closes, it automatically locks. You need to have a remote opener or a key, or be inside the garage to open it with the electric button on the wall.”
“So you’re saying that someone had to have come into the garage to start your car after you’d left, right?”
He rubbed his lip with two long fingers. I couldn’t help noticing he had a professional manicure. I noticed because I dearly love getting them myself and can seldom afford them. He also wore a wide gold wedding ring. It looked expensive.
“I don’t see how else it could have happened, Ms. Summers.”
“Who else has keys to your car?”
“Nobody, but me and Clara, but I couldn’t find mine this morning. I must have lost them.”
He’d lost his keys? What a coincidence. My stomach knotted. Was he pulling my leg claiming to be innocent? Was this a convenient ruse?