“We don’t, but it was worth a try,” Laurel muttered. “When will we receive the cell phone extracts?”

“Techs in DC said the phone dumps will take time. We’re behind several other requests.” Nester slid out of sight.

Huck pivoted. “How about we go interview Morris Lamber about his dead wife? I have Monty reaching out and getting us an appointment.” He studied the board, needing to get out of the small space. “You really think these are possible suspects?”

“Everyone is a possible suspect.” She stood and fetched a green wool coat off the nearest chair. “I’d like for you to take the lead with Abigail.” A light blush suffused her high cheekbones.

“Why?” Curiosity had him halting.

Her gaze slid to the doorway. “I think Abigail is in danger, and if you ask her to go to a safe house, she might do so in an effort to impress you. Or perhaps manipulate you. Either way, she’d be in a safe house.”

“I doubt it, but I’ll try. For my job. Showing good judgment.” Huck didn’t think Abigail would let herself be hidden away, but she was probably in danger, so he’d make the effort. “I’ll call her on the way to see Morris.”

“No.” Laurel frowned. “You should call her when I’m not around. Why don’t you go to your office and make the call, and then we can meet outside at your truck in fifteen minutes?” She angled her head to look past him to the computer room. “I need to speak with Nester. We should obtain the guest list from that Tempest Ranch charity auction that keeps coming up.”

She paused. “Since you’re seeing your ex-fiancée again, do you think she would give us her source? If we have proof, any proof, that the mayor was having an affair with his sister-in-law, we might be able to get a warrant for his home.”

He was not going to defend himself about Rachel, and he definitely was not seeing her again. “That’s shaky,” Huck said. “I doubt we have enough to get a warrant for the mayor’s home. Besides, Rachel won’t give up a source. Not even for me.” Definitely not for him. She’d tossed his ass to the wolves for a story before. They weren’t even engaged now. “Sorry.”

Laurel looked back at the board. “That’s okay. Go call Abigail, and I’ll meet you outside.”

His phone buzzed and he glanced down to read the message from Monty. “Apparently Morris Lamber is in class for the next two hours. We could swing by the station and talk to the officer who took Dr. Rox’s complaints. He wasn’t on duty when I dropped by earlier.” Then he paused. “Is it weird that Morris is back teaching when his wife hasn’t even been buried yet?”