“Yes, but…” he pauses, “I had a phone call. I walked away from the bike to answer it. It wasn’t more than a three-minute phone call, but someone would have only needed a second to cut it.” “There was no one else there,” I remind him. “Yes, there was. Valerie.” She wouldn’t. I start to shake my head in protest. “She knows nothing about bikes. How would she know what to do?” Would she go that far to kill me? Yep.
