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“I’m pretty sure I do. We found your little stash, by the way,” Trent tossed out, his words a weapon.
Lowell shook his head. “Not mine.”
Trent smirked. “It was in your motel room.”
Lowell chose to observe his right to remain silent. For a few seconds. “Whatever.”
Amanda’s mind hadn’t really left Lowell’s earlier words, I want street justice. It sure sounded like he was involved with this morning’s events. He obviously justified the murder of the woman who’d birthed his son. Logically, he’d have less compunction about taking out the cop who sent him to prison. “Did you take Katherine Graves to right the scales, to get street justice? She obviously didn’t understand your side. You murdered your former lover because she must have crossed a line. You wanted to make it right.”
“Uh-huh. That’s right.” Lowell emphasized his words with a hand in the air, index finger pointing down like he was preaching from some soapbox.
Amanda passed a side-glance at Trent. Had she heard Lowell correctly? “Is that an admission? You took Katherine?” The loss of Leah Bernard was never far from her mind, but she kept her focus on a life they could potentially still save.
Lowell rubbed his jaw and slouched. “Nope. Never took her. Never shot that kid.”
Trent pulled a photo of the woman and slid it across the table.
“Who is that?”
“She’s your partner. You tell us,” Trent pushed out.
“I don’t know who she is. Where is this?” Lowell’s forehead wrinkled up, and Amanda tended to believe him, but she wasn’t letting her guard down. Criminals said and did whatever necessary to keep a charade alive as long as it benefited them.
“Captain Ron’s Marina in Lorton, though I’m sure you know that,” Amanda said.
“Never heard of the place.”
All of this back and forth was wearing on Amanda’s patience and nerves. Most of the volleying wasn’t getting them any closer to Katherine. “Detective Stenson, a minute?”
They left the room, ignoring Lowell’s protests for release.
Trent tucked the folder under an armpit and crossed his arms, standing with his back to the door. “The guy’s giving me a headache.”
“You and me both. What’s your read on him?”
“He’s full of himself, hasn’t provided us a reason for being in Woodbridge, dodgy as hell. And then there’s all his talk about street justice. He thinks he had the right to kill the mother of his child. Based on his terms, I could justify strangling him, which I’m strongly resisting the urge to do.”
Amanda reached out to put a hand on Trent’s shoulder to calm his temper but retracted, thankfully, catching herself before making contact with him. “We can’t put him at the Fill N Go.”
“Though he’s the right height, had the same gun on his person that was used to kill Leah Bernard.”
“Which ballistics will need to test to see if it is the one.”
“There is the possibility he hired others to do the work while he sat back and vegged out to reality TV and awaited word the job was done.”
“Lowell doesn’t seem the type to ‘sit back.’ He strikes me as a man of action, especially where his perception of justice is concerned.”
“True enough. In the least he’d want to witness Katherine’s suffering.”
“We obviously have more than enough to hold him. We’ll look at his call history and see if he was in touch with anyone to commission all this. We also need to press Lowell on where he got the gun, and why he’s in town.”
“All of which will take his cooperation and time.”
She sighed with frustration. “And we’re short on both.”
THIRTY-FOUR
Amanda considered Lowell’s priorities, his warped sense of justice, and his hatred for Katherine. There must be a way to use those things to get him to talk. She gave it some more thought and told Trent her attack plan.
