Reid knew exactly where both women were looking. His eyes flicked briefly to Eleanor.
And he winked.
Quick. Infuriating. Barely there.
April nearly choked.
Eleanor clicked her pen once.
Hard.
Reid turned back to the witness. “Mrs. McIntyre, did you personally see Mr. Pike take the envelope?”
“No.”
“But you believe he did.”
“I do.”
“Because he was there.”
“Yes.”
“And because he was the only one you didn’t fully trust.”
Mrs. McIntyre’s mouth tightened.
“Yes.”
Reid nodded once, then stepped back.
“No further questions.”
He returned to counsel table looking entirely too pleased with himself.
Judge Harlan shifted his attention. “Ms. Harper?”
Eleanor rose.
“Defense calls Declan O’Rourke.”
Deck pushed to his feet with the expression of a man attending a funeral he had specifically declined to attend.
As he passed Eleanor, he muttered, “This had better be worth missin’ second breakfast.”
“It is,” she murmured back.
He took the stand, settled in, and seemed faintly insulted by the entire concept of swearing to tell the truth when he had already gotten dressed for court.
Eleanor stepped forward.
“State your name for the record.”
“Declan O’Rourke.”
“Occupation?”
Deck looked at her over folded hands. “Professional disappointment.”
