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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“Eve and I just landed at the San Antonio airport and we can’t reach Max.”
“You’re here?”
“We were going to fly in tomorrow morning, but I took the afternoon off and we decided to come early. Something Max said to me last night had me thinking, and while this is not my case and I’m not going to step on San Antonio’s toes, I wanted to look at her evidence.”
“She went to Fredericksburg to talk to Victoria’s parents. She might not have cell reception.”
“I don’t buy it. She left me a message when I was on the plane to call her. Something’s wrong.”
“Go to the hotel, I’ll find her.”
“I’ll find her, just be available if I need you.” Ryan ended the call.
“Mitch, I have to go. I’m not a cop, I’m just a private investigator. But I’m telling you right now: Take these files to the FBI. Go directly there, no stops. Talk to my wife—Agent Lucy Kincaid. While I’m not up-to-date on her investigation, I know she’s hot on the heels of someone right now, someone who lied about his alibi the night Victoria was killed. And the one thing Lucy Kincaid Rogan can do better than nearly any cop I’ve met is get someone to talk.”
“Great work,” Rachel said when she read Robert Clemson’s statement. “He’s still here, correct?”
“Yes.”
“And he didn’t ask for a lawyer?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Have him hold tight while I talk to Abigail and Adam in White Collar and see how we can proceed. This is enough to get a warrant, but considering our suspect is a lawyer we may want to be careful in how we approach this.”
“I’m working with Detective Reed on this. She still has the Victoria Mills homicide. She’s on her way back from Chicago, where she talked to the witness who originally gave Clemson his alibi. We have her statement, and I don’t know how quiet we’ll be able to keep this. The alibi works for the same law firm that Parker is a partner in.”
Rachel winced. “That might be dicey.”
“Reed doesn’t think Randolph will talk, but anyone could have seen them together since they met in her building.”
“Do you think that Clemson is in danger?”
“I don’t know. I still don’t know why Victoria was killed, and Clemson has no knowledge about anything to do with the Albrights. But I think we have enough to bring Simon Mills in for questioning. Reed will land at five this evening.”
“You work it out with her, I’ll talk to Adam and Abigail, and if we want to do something different I’ll let you know before five. Good work, Lucy.”