Chapter Six
“What do you mean ‘they think Vargas did it’? Isn’t he at some cop-type meeting? You did just text him, right?”
“That was a while ago and he never responded.” She shrugged but the hollowness of her voice was a dead giveaway. “Besides, they’ve initiated a statewide manhunt for him since then.”
“Don’t tell me you believe this foolishness?” When she said nothing, realization washed over me. “You actually think he might have murdered that woman.” It was not a question and again, my friend failed to respond. “Leah Campbell, we know Vargas, he’s our friend. And a good cop.”
She whispered, as if saying the words betrayed their friendship, “But the police have evidence—skin under her nails and blood that isn’t hers.” She shuddered but waved me off when I went to comfort her. “She f
