A little tension went out of me. I could understand now why she was so worked up. It was difficult to deal with the loss of a loved one, even if it was Thomas Guyton.
Truth be told, I wasn’t actually surprised something had happened to Thomas.
Bad things happened to drug dealers.
During my work on the Candy Carlisle case, I’d learned her drug distributor was Marc Guyton.
He was a dangerous man. This was why it had taken me so long to get Candy Carlisle to tell the truth about everything that had happened with her and her husband, making it difficult to resolve her case.
Detective Stephanie Gray had arrested Marc Guyton while I was wrapping up the Candy Carlisle trial.
Marc Guyton was now sitting in jail. He wouldn’t get out for a long time. No way would a judge give him bail.
Was Thomas Guyton murdered? I wondered. Was this revenge on me? Does Marc Guyton know I led the police to his door?
“I’m so sorry to hear about that,” I said, assuming she’d just gotten word and was having difficulty dealing with her emotions.
Tears poured down Barbara’s face.
I stepped closer.
Why wouldn’t she open the door so I could comfort her? Surely, she wouldn’t reject a hug from an ex-boyfriend in a time of crisis.
I’d be careful not to take advantage of the situation.
To be fair, I didn’t actually know Thomas Guyton was a drug dealer. I did know he was currently under investigation. I also knew he was related to a drug dealer and that I’d never liked Thomas to begin with.
It wasn’t because he was dating Barbara.
I suspected he was involved in a similar line of work as his cousin, if not the exact same one, because I assumed the drug business ran in the family.
“How did it happen?” I asked, trying to show as much concern and empathy as I could, even though I had difficulty summoning it for the guy himself.
I was sure the guy had it coming.
“I don’t think you understand me,” Barbara said slowly, jerking her head back into the apartment.
There was a very long pause.
“Barbara?”
“It’s here. His body.”
That stopped me cold.