18 Chapter 18

Gavin must have picked up on it too, because he replied, “I doubt it. You meant the world to him. Hell, he worried if he didn’t talk to you at least a few times a week. He joked, once, that you knew as much about his life as he did, and vice versa. In answer to your question, I don’t think so. He was tense, those last couple of days, but when I asked, he said it was because he’d taken a new photography assignment and was trying to figure out how to approach it.”

“What did it involve?” I asked.

“He wouldn’t say, other than to assure me our going on our trip wouldn’t affect it.”

“Did you tell that to the police?” Lorne wanted to know.

“I never talked to them.”

“Why not? If you had, maybe you could have convinced them to look at Kyler’s death as a murder, not suicide.”

“If I told the police why I was sure Kyler didn’t kill himself, it could have, probably would have come out that I belonged to the club. Sure, supposedly only the police would know, but things can leak out.”