What I've Done (Page 19)

“Would you say Haley is your best friend?” Lance asked.

“Yes.” Piper pushed the celery into the bowl and moved an onion to the center of the board.

“How closely do you work together?” Lance frowned as Piper sliced the onion in half in one deft motion.

“We don’t work in the same department.” She turned the cut sides down and chopped the onion into even pieces. “She’s in marketing, and I’m in tech support. But the bank isn’t that big. We see each other during the day.”

“What time did you get to the club Friday night?” Morgan eyed the wooden knife block on the counter. Piper had clearly not purchased her knives at Target.

“Around nine, I think.” Piper transferred the onion to the bowl, turned to the refrigerator, and took out a whole chicken. Despite her mad knife skills, her hands still shook as she removed the packaging and exchanged her fat knife for a skinny-bladed one.

“What are you making?” Morgan’s kitchen skills leaned more toward short-order than fancy fare.

“A chicken roll.” Piper set the knife down on the board. “My mom used to own a restaurant. I’ve been cooking since before I could reach the counter.” She paused for a deep breath. “I have problems with anxiety sometimes. Cooking helps me relax.”

Morgan watched, both impressed and slightly horrified as Piper snapped the chicken wing joints and slid the bones out whole. Piper picked up her knife, chopped off the tips of the wings, and added them to her bone pile. Then, in one stroke, she cut right through the center of the chicken breast.

“Does it work?” Morgan couldn’t take her eyes off the chicken. It was on its back, the breasts and wings splayed out in a position that reminded her of an autopsy.

Piper worked the knife through the shoulders and around the chest cavity, separating the carcass from the skin. She lifted one pale shoulder in a quick shrug. Her voice quivered. “Sometimes. At least I have a nice meal at the end.”

Had she been this nervous with the police?

“What time did you leave the club?” Morgan asked.

“Around eleven.” Piper shifted her attention to the chicken’s legs.

“You only stayed two hours?” Lance raised an eyebrow. “It was your birthday.”

Piper fumbled. “Damn.”

She shook her hand. Blood welled from a slice across her thumb. She went to the sink and washed her hands with soap and water.

“Are you all right?” Morgan stepped closer and peered over the girl’s shoulder. The cut appeared superficial.

“It’s not deep.” Piper dried her hands with paper towels and wrapped a Band-Aid around her thumb. She reached into the cabinet under the sink and removed a clear vinyl glove from a box. Tugging it onto the hand with the Band-Aid, she picked up her knife again.

“You left early,” Morgan reminded her.

With a combination of slicing and joint cracking, Piper removed the bones from the drumsticks and thighs. “Haley was talking to Noah. She kind of ditched me. I shouldn’t have left her.” Guilt quivered in Piper’s words. “I feel like this is my fault. We have a code. ‘No woman left behind.’ No matter what, we don’t let each other drink too much, and we don’t let each other go home with strange guys. Girls have to watch each other’s backs.”

“That’s a good policy.” Morgan couldn’t decide if the girl was nervous or hiding something.

“But I broke it because I was mad. It was my birthday, and Haley ignored me to spend time with Noah.” Piper’s eyes brightened with anger. She blinked away the moisture.

“Did Haley have her car at the club?” Lance shifted his weight back.

Piper shook her head. “No. We took an Uber. But I figured she’d be going home with Noah. They were into each other in a big way. If she changed her mind, she could always get a ride.” Piper’s voice broke. “But I didn’t even say goodbye. I didn’t even let her know I was going.” She took two quick, steadying breaths, set her jaw, and resumed deboning the chicken. “But Noah and Haley knew each other, so I convinced myself that I wasn’t really breaking our code. I wasn’t letting her go with a stranger.”

Morgan sensed there was more. “But?”

“But that was just a rationalization. I know I couldn’t make her leave with me, but we should have had a good fight about it before I gave in. She’s my friend, and I let her down.” Piper stared at her pile of bones. “It’s funny. Our code is designed to protect us. I never thought it would be a man who’d need protecting. Or that Haley would have been capable of . . .”

A tear rolled down her cheek. She wiped it away on her shoulder.

“What did you do when you left the club?” Morgan asked.

“I didn’t really want to see anyone.” Piper shook herself. “I came back here and went to bed.”

Piper had no alibi.

“Has Haley ever demonstrated that she has a temper?” Lance studied the girl’s face.

“No.” Piper shook her head. The afternoon sun filtered through the blinds and gleamed on her blue highlights.

Morgan flipped the page on her notepad. “Have you ever seen her in a heated argument with anyone?”

Piper’s shoulders drooped. “Haley’s a geek. She likes to be alone. She’s nonconfrontational to a fault. She lets people take advantage of her. Honestly, I was super surprised to see her being so flirty with Noah. She isn’t normally so outgoing.”

“Her behavior on Friday night was out of character?” Morgan probed.

Piper nodded, her face thoughtful. “Now that you mention it, she was louder than usual too.”

“She’d been drinking,” Morgan suggested. “Maybe the alcohol loosened her up.”

“Haley isn’t a big drinker.” Piper’s head tilted. “She’s usually the designated driver. She tries to downplay it, but she has to take care of herself or she gets sick. She usually limits her alcohol intake to a drink or two.”

Morgan circled back around to the night of the murder. “Did anything else unusual happen at the club?”

“Unusual?” Piper looked up from the chicken, the knife poised over the bit of flesh that connected the carcass to the meat.

Morgan rolled her hand in the air. “Fights, arguments, weird behavior from someone besides Haley . . .”

Piper looked to the ceiling, as if replaying the night in her mind. “I don’t remember anything specific.”

“Did you know anyone else who was there that night?” Lance asked.

“A couple of people. Noah and his friends. I’ve seen them around before. There aren’t many clubs in this area. Beats is the newest and most popular. You run into the same people every weekend.” Piper’s chin lifted. “Wait. Haley’s ex was there. That was unusual.”

“Haley has an ex?” Morgan’s interest piqued.

Piper nodded. “His name is Kieran Hart. I forgot he was there. The police only asked me if I’d seen anyone angry with Noah. Kieran didn’t even talk to him.”

“Was their breakup volatile? Who broke up with whom?” Morgan noted the ex’s name in her phone.

“Haley broke up with Kieran.” Piper used the point of the knife to sever the whole rib cage from the rest of the flesh. “I don’t know why. He treated her so good. He opened doors. He sent her flowers all the time and took her to really nice events, but then Haley is rich too. I guess those things don’t mean as much to her.”

As they would to someone like Piper . . . Did she have a crush on Haley’s ex? Was she jealous?

Piper set the carcass next to the rest of the bones. “He called Haley for weeks afterward. But all that was over more than six months ago. She hasn’t heard from him recently.”

Or if she did, she didn’t mention it to Piper.

“Did they talk at the club?” Morgan wondered if Kieran was really over Haley.

“He said hi, but Haley ignored him. She didn’t want to lead him on, considering how hard he’d been to get rid of.” Piper shrugged, but her face pinched in disapproval. “But when he saw her hanging out with Noah, he got all annoyed and left. I felt bad for him. I was pretty irritated at Haley too.”

“You thought Haley treated Kieran badly?” Morgan asked.

“She was kinda rude, just walking past him with her nose in the air.” Piper’s sniff was more judgmental than sad.

“What time did Kieran leave?” Morgan asked.

“Maybe a half hour before I left.” Piper used her hands to pull out a few remaining bones.

Morgan noted the time that Kieran left Beats as approximately ten thirty. “By any chance, do you have Kieran’s contact information?”

“Kieran didn’t even interact with Noah,” Piper protested, her back straightening and her tone becoming defensive, almost as if she were protecting Kieran.

“We’re trying to talk to everyone who was at the club that night.” Morgan waved a hand in the air. “You never know what someone might have seen.”

“Oh, OK.” Piper washed her hands thoroughly. Then she removed her vinyl glove, opened her phone, and read Kieran’s full name, address, and mobile number.