Chapters (29)
- Back Cover Text
- Dear Reader
- Booklist
- Contents
- 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
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- Fatal Series FAQs
- About the Fatal series
- About the Author
- Carina Press BPA
- Copyright
“As an added extra,” Rango said, holding up a second bag. “We’ve got some used condoms from under Lind’s bed. We might be able to tie at least one of them to her.”
“Lovely,” Sam said. “Will you get them to the lab ASAP and put a rush on it?”
“On my way there now.”
“Thanks, Rango. Good work. Cruz, will you let Lindsey’s office know we’re almost ready for them to swab her?”
“Yep.”
“Any word from the lab on the knife?” Sam asked.
“They were working on it when I called earlier,” Malone said.
“Great.”
“Let’s get this done,” Sam said.
The others filed out of the room, leaving Charity and Malone to watch from the observation area.
“Hill,” Sam said in the hallway.
He turned back to her.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m great. I just helped arrest the wife of my childhood friend. Never better.”
“I’m sorry it turned out to be her. Ray has to know you didn’t enjoy that.”
“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be all sorts of forgiving after I help put his wife away for the rest of her life.” He shook his head. “Sorry. I don’t mean to take it out on you. It’s her I’m pissed with. She had everything, for Christ’s sake.”
“She didn’t know any other way to live but rich and entitled. When that was taken from her, she struck out at the ones she blamed, never suspecting for a second that she’d get caught.”
“I feel sorry for Ray,” Hill said. “He’s a hardworking guy who’s put a lot of himself into running the team. Who knows where this will leave him?”
“Hard to say right now, but I’m sure it’ll work out for him. People won’t blame him for what she did. Let’s get this done so we can get the hell out of here.”
They joined Cruz at the far end of the hallway and entered the three rooms simultaneously.
“I’m not saying a word to you,” Elle said when Sam walked in.
“You can just listen for now. Boris and Horace, your faithful henchmen, have told us everything.”
“They wouldn’t dare say a word about me to you!”
“Oh no? Funny how chatty they got when we told them they were looking at life in prison with no chance of parole unless they helped us to make a case against you. They told us everything—how angry you were with Willie and how you told them something had to be done about him, that he couldn’t get away with ruining everything for you.” Sam was spouting pure speculation, but judging from the reaction it drew from Elle, she wasn’t far off the mark.