“Of course,” Jennifer said, her voice falsely sweet. She handed Parker the warrant. The DA had gone over it meticulously to make sure everything was in order before the judge signed it because he knew their suspect was an attorney. It was probably the cleanest warrant Lucy had ever seen.

Harrison walked into the entryway. “Faith?”

“They’re searching the house for clothes, shoes, and knives.”

“And you’ll also note that we have a warrant for your credit card records for the past six months, your cell phone and landline records, and a warrant that prohibits you from deleting any computer files or emails.”

“My computer files and emails are off-limits because of attorney-client privilege.”

“Which is why we have a warrant for your client names—which are not protected—so we can exclude those from any search of your hard drive. But in case you want to do a mass purge, this would make it a crime for you to do so.”

“We’ll see about that, Detective Reed.”

Parker looked at Lucy. “Who are you?” she demanded.

Lucy showed her badge. She had on her FBI jacket, so clearly the woman knew who she was.

“Special Agent Lucy Kincaid.”

“Kincaid,” she repeated, as if burning her name to memory. She looked Lucy straight in the eye and Lucy got the chills.

This woman was a sociopath.

Harrison asked Reed, “What is going on, Detective?”

“Your wife is a suspect in the murder of Victoria Mills. We have a warrant to search the premises for every knife with a blade four or more inches long, which we will test for DNA. It’s all clearly outlined in the warrant.”

Lucy had specifically asked for Ash to be on-site. As soon as she and Jennifer were inside, she called in Ash and his assistant, to be escorted by a uniformed officer. She wasn’t leaving Ash unprotected, because she really didn’t know what to expect from Faith Monroe. Ash was responsible for going over each knife, and they would only take and test those that fit the murder weapon. Two other officers and two technicians went to the bedroom upstairs to start the clothing search.

Harrison watched the men and women invade his house, concern crossing his smooth expression.

“I believe you are mistaken,” Harrison said to Reed. He was calm and almost soothing.

Jennifer said, “I’m not. Here’s a second warrant preventing your wife from traveling outside the state of Texas while we investigate this case. You should know, ma’am, that your passport and ID have been flagged and you will not be allowed on a plane. If you attempt to cross the border by car, you will arrested for attempting to flee to avoid prosecution.”

“You’re reaching,” Parker said.

“I’ve only just begun.” Jennifer turned to Lucy and winked. “Damn, I love my job.”