“I know, but I didn’t want to interrupt your lives.”
“Next time, interrupt away.”
My frustration comes back. Will she regret coming to me now that I’ve failed?
“What do you need me to do?” he asks.
I turn. “The two officers who were lead on that investigation died suddenly in accidents two months apart, shortly after that case wrapped up.”
“That’s fishy,” Tucker replies.
“My thoughts exactly.”
“Think you could look into their?—”
“Doing it now. I pulled up the case files while Beckett was talking.”
I stare at the phone, part impressed, part shocked and disturbed that he was able to access confidential police files that easily.
“Got it. Looks like Detective Oliver Wilson was in a single-car accident. Report says that the roads were wet from recent rainfall, and his tires were low.”
Someone let the air out.
“As for the other guy, Detective Bradley Caraway, he was out fishing and slipped off the boat. Looks like he hit his head and drowned.”
Someone attacked him and staged it to look like an accident.
“Those are some red-flag deaths if ever I’ve seen them,” Tucker comments. “No further investigations took place. They labeled them as accidents and filed the reports.”
“They were killed to cover up the truth. Loose ends that needed tying,” I comment as I shake my head.
“My thoughts exactly. If you give me a bit, I can dig into their financial records and see if anything pops around the time Paul’s plane went down.”
“That would be great, Tucker. Thank you so much.”
“Anytime, Beckett. You know that. Detective Sampson?”
“Yeah,” I reply, my brain spiraling as I consider all of the possibilities.
“Beckett Wallace is like another sister to us. Keep her alive, please.”
“Even if it costs me my own life,” I reply without hesitation, my gaze locked on hers.
“Good. I like to hear that. Talk soon, Beckett. I should have information for you in the next couple of hours.”
“Great, thanks so much. Talk soon.”
The call ends, and Beckett sets her phone aside. I can’t settle, can’t bring myself to sit back down. Two cops killed within two months of each other—less than a year after they closed a case with so many red flags it looks like a party banner.
That screams cover-up.
And if they weren’t at the helm, who was?
“Breathe. If there’s anything to find, Tucker will find it.”
“I failed you.” I shake my head and turn to face her. As I do, she gets up from the couch and crosses over toward me. “You should have gone to the Hunts from the start. You probably wouldn’t have been attacked in the hotel room, and you’d likely already have the answers you need.”
“I didn’t want to go to them because I knew I could come to you.”
