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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Reed frowned. “Where’s the fun in that? I want her in trial being all indignant and then getting the death penalty and rotting in a cell for ten years before she’s fried.”
“Texas uses lethal injection.”
“Just a figure of speech.”
Lucy didn’t have the heart to tell Jennifer that Victoria’s murder wouldn’t be a capital offense in Texas. It would be considered a crime of passion because Parker killed her husband’s lover. Jennifer probably knew it but chose to forget.
But Parker would still go away for a long time.
And if they could prove she ordered the murders of the Albright family, she very well may fry, as Jennifer said.
“We need to separate them,” Lucy said.
“We can’t compel a spouse to testify against another spouse.”
“No, but if we tell Harrison what we have, he might spontaneously give us something we can use.”
“She’s not going to let him out of her sight.”
“I will take full responsibility for this,” Lucy said.
“Wh—” Jennifer began as Lucy bumped into a vase that came crashing down to the floor.
Faith Parker ran from the study. “Do you know how much that vase cost? More than your annual salary! I will charge you and your department and you will pay for it out of your own pocket!” She was screaming at Jennifer.
Lucy said, “It was me, I’m so sorry, it was an accident.”
“Bullshit!” Faith screamed. She turned to Jennifer and started yelling at her, since she had established that she was in charge.
Lucy moved out of her line of sight and went down the hall in the direction that Faith came from.
Harrison Monroe was sitting in a small study that was really more of a reading room in the large home. “Agent,” he said formally.
She closed the door. “I’m going to be honest with you, Mr. Monroe.” She had to put aside the fact that he ran a criminal enterprise and might have been party to Denise Albright’s murder. At this point she didn’t know if Harrison had ordered it, or Faith, or if Carl Chavez had acted on his own.
“We have two witnesses, one who is extremely believable.” She didn’t say which one. “First, one states that Faith used his property to access the house where Victoria was preparing for an open house. He then picked her up in his car—we found Victoria’s blood under his passenger seat—and brought her home. The other witness stated that Faith asked her to give that man an alibi for the evening, after a neighbor came forward who saw his car in the driveway.” She let that sink in. “Victoria was stabbed and pushed into a pool where she drowned. Did your wife know that you were having an affair with her?”