Chapters (48)
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- Chapter Twenty-nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-one
- Chapter Thirty-two
- Chapter Thirty-three
- Chapter Thirty-four
- Chapter Thirty-five
- Chapter Thirty-six
- Chapter Thirty-seven
- Chapter Thirty-eight
- Chapter Thirty-nine
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She’d bought time, but not much. They needed to solve this case, but Lucy feared they were weeks—if not longer—away from the truth.
Lucy met Jennifer at the district attorney’s office. While they were waiting for Mike to call them in, she said, “Sean is concerned about Mitch Corta.”
“What for?” Jen sipped her coffee. Lucy wished she’d picked up another cup on her way over.
“He left his office yesterday at noon and hasn’t been seen since. Right before that, he called Stan’s sister and told her that Stan didn’t kill Victoria, then something cryptic, like he was a fall guy. I’m not quite sure, I heard this thirdhand this morning. But Mitch didn’t go home last night and he’s not at work this morning.”
“I don’t know what I can do about it. I’ll call Marie, get her take on the conversation, but we don’t have the resources to track every Tom, Dick, and Harry that your husband thinks is in the wind. And didn’t I see a BOLO for a guy that your people put out? Is that the banker you told me about?”
“Yeah, we know he took a flight from San Antonio to New York City before we could put a flag on him, but he hasn’t boarded another plane and he doesn’t have a reservation. Easy enough to disappear for a while in New York, and we’re working on getting an arrest warrant and a warrant to track his credit cards. We’ll have it today, and our New York agents will take it over.”
“Unless he took a train or boat or paid cash or has a place there he can hang.”
“He has no family in New York, but he could have a friend. Hopefully, he tries to get on a plane and we can grab him. But Mitch’s behavior is odd.” Lucy hadn’t talked to Max yet today. Sean said she was researching Simon Mills, but he didn’t seem to be interested in what she was doing. They’d made a bet, apparently, about who could get who to talk first—Simon Mills or Mitch Corta.
Mike Flores, the ADA Jennifer knew, called them in. “I don’t have a lot of time,” he said, “but you made this sound intriguing.”
Lucy let Jennifer take the lead. “This is FBI Agent Lucy Kincaid. She and I have been unofficially working together on the Victoria Mills homicide.”
“The one where your confessed suspect was shot and killed outside the courthouse.”
“There are oddities about this case, but I don’t think I have enough for a warrant. Yet—I think that while Grant was involved in covering up her murder, I’m beginning to think he didn’t actually stab her.”