“So you’re here,” he stated.
“Yep. Miss Rooney, this is Sergeant—”
“Oh, I’ve met him before.” Her face was just as sour at him as it had been at me.
“Yeah, we’ve met,” Purley acquiesced. His honest brown eyes were at her. “I’ve been looking for you, Miss Rooney.”
“Oh, my Lord, more questions?”
“The same ones. Just checking up. You remember that statement you signed, where you said that Tuesday morning you were at the riding academy with Safford from a quarter to six until after half-past seven, and both of you were there all the time? You remember that?”
“Certainly I do.”
“Do you want to change it now?”
Audrey frowned. “Change what?”
“Your statement.”