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Chapters (48)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-one
  27. Chapter Twenty-two
  28. Chapter Twenty-three
  29. Chapter Twenty-four
  30. Chapter Twenty-five
  31. Chapter Twenty-six
  32. Chapter Twenty-seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-nine
  35. Chapter Thirty
  36. Chapter Thirty-one
  37. Chapter Thirty-two
  38. Chapter Thirty-three
  39. Chapter Thirty-four
  40. Chapter Thirty-five
  41. Chapter Thirty-six
  42. Chapter Thirty-seven
  43. Chapter Thirty-eight
  44. 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.”