Glenn reached for me, and I stepped out of his reach. His face tightened and he took a step back, exhaling slowly. “I know. Go home,” he said, extending his hand for the temporary FIB badge. “I appreciate your assistance in finding the body, but as you said, you aren’t a detective. Every time you open your mouth, you’re making it easier for Trent’s attorney to sway a jury. Just… go home. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Anger warmed me, the last dregs of adrenaline making me feel weak, not strong. “I found his body. You can’t make me leave.”

“I just did. Give me the badge.”

“Glenn,” I said as I ducked out of the necklace before he snapped it off my neck, “Trent murdered that witch as sure as if he had twisted the knife.”

He held my badge in a tight grip, his anger slowing enough to show his frustration. “I can talk to him, even hold him for questioning, but I can’t arrest him.”

“But he did it!” I protested. “You’ve got a body. You’ve got a weapon. You’ve got probable cause.”

“I have a body that’s been moved,” he said, his voice flat from his repressed emotions. “My probable cause is conjecture. I’ve got a weapon six hundred employees could have planted. There is nothing to link Trent to the murder yet. If I arrest him now, he could walk even if he confesses later. I’ve seen it happen. Mr. Kalamack may have done this on purpose, planted the body and made sure there was nothing to link him to it. If this one doesn’t stick, it will be twice as hard to pin another corpse to him, even if he makes a mistake later.”

“You’re afraid to take him down,” I accused, trying to goad him into arresting Trent.

“Listen to me real good, Rachel,” he said, jolting me into taking a step back. “I don’t give a dingo’s ass if you think Kalamack did it. I have to prove it. And this is the only chance I’m going to get.” Turning halfway around, he scanned the parking lot. “Someone take Ms. Morgan home!” he said loudly. Without a backward glance, he stomped to the stables, his heavy steps silent on the sawdust.

I stared, not knowing what to do. My attention went to Trent getting into a FIB cruiser, his expensive suit making it look wrong. He gave me an unfathomable look before the door shut with a metallic thump. Lights off and slow, the two cars pulled out.