Chapters (38)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR LAURA GRIFFIN AND HER NOVELS
- Titles by Laura Griffin
- Dedication
- 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
- Excerpt from Laura Griffin’s next novel
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- What’s next onyour reading list?
Brandon flipped back through the pages, which Antonio had spent the morning marking up. “What else is in here?”
“A couple calls to her sister. A couple to the clinic where she works. One to Leigh Larson.”
Brandon’s head snapped up. “When?”
“A week ago, I think. I made a note in the margin.”
He frowned down at the papers. “M & L.”
“Yeah, looks like she called Mendez and Larson at five thirty p.m., so could have been after hours.” He paused. “I can contact Leigh about it, see if there’s a record of the phone call.”
“I’ll do it.”
His reaction confirmed Antonio’s suspicion. Brandon had a thing for the lawyer. Antonio didn’t really blame him, but it might make the case a little dicey if it turned out she was withholding information.
Brandon glanced at him. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“What’s this 725 number? It’s in here twice.”
Antonio nodded. “That’s the one I’m looking at, too. I haven’t been able to track it down yet. Think maybe it’s a no-contract phone. I tried calling it from a blocked number, but no one picks up.”
“Interesting.”
“Yep.”
There were plenty of legit reasons to have a no-contract phone, and plenty of sketchy reasons, too.
“Maybe it belongs to one of her exes,” Antonio said. “If either of them has a burner phone, I’d like to know why.”
Brandon checked his watch and pushed his chair back.
“Where you going?”
“Time to hit the road,” Brandon said. “These suspects aren’t going to come to us.”
* * *
Leigh stuck her head into Javi’s office as he ended a phone call.
“Hey, Part Time. You’re here.”
She stepped into the office. “Um, excuse me? I was here till eleven last night.”
“Doing what?” He leaned back in his chair and propped his Bruno Maglis on the desk.
“Prepping for the Tannehill trial.”
Javi frowned. “When is it?”
“Opening arguments next Wednesday.”
“How’s the other thing? Your missing client?”
Leigh shut the door behind her. The firm had six other employees, and every one of them had big ears.
“Still missing,” Leigh said.
“That’s not good.”
“I know.”
“You deposit that check yet?”
“Javi.”
“What? I’m just asking. You’re putting a lot of time into this.”
“No, I didn’t. I didn’t have the heart to.”
Javi sighed. They had a strange partnership, but it worked for them. Javi paid attention to the money, pushing everyone in the firm to hold costs down and bill as many hours as possible, so they could keep the lights on and make payroll. Leigh was more the rainmaker, bringing in new clients and keeping the cases flowing. She put a lot of work into her role, attending seminars and networking and staying in touch with friends from law school. She also handled recruiting and was responsible for all three associates who’d joined the firm.