“Can you and Quinn head to the minister’s house to do a well-check for me?” she asked.
He could do that.
“Sure, but do you think they’re dead? If they were helping him, by doing his dirty work, and he’s near you, who is killing them?” he asked.
That she didn’t know.
YET.
But she was going to bet that he’d bought more help in the way of a hit.
Like a mercenary type hit.
“I’m working on that part, but I’m willing to bet big money that I’m right.”
He believed her.
“What do you want me to do when I get there? Detain them?” he asked.
Yes, but she knew they wouldn’t be.
It was clean up in aisle helper, and she’d bet her speedy jet on that, or even her badge.
“Yes, if they’re alive, but they won’t be. They’ll be dead. He won’t want them to be able to point a finger at him. The second I walked that crime scene, he would have sent someone out to end them right afterward.”
Because he knew Elizabeth didn’t tend to be wrong, Dex began pulling on his gun and badge.
Only, Elizabeth wasn’t done.
“I need their electronics. Mainly a phone. A laptop. Someone might have been in contact with Devon. If I can get a place to start, we’ve got him. He then can’t pretend that he wasn’t involved in this, or that I’m trying to frame an innocent man. That’s another reason he’s having his electronic footprint scrambled after the fact. I won’t be able to use it in court against him.”
He was disgusted.
“You think that’s his plan?”
Oh, she did.
“Yeah, if he’s caught, and I somehow manage to bring him in, he’ll have a contingency plan with about ten expensive lawyers to make my life hell. He’ll make sure there’s so much doubt in my case that a jury of his peers will acquit in a heartbeat, humiliating me.”
That sounded like this guy was a colossal douchebag.
“Well, after this, I hope he doesn’t see court,” Dex admitted.
She laughed.
“Are you talking about committing a crime and in front of your Attorney General husband-to-be for the DOJ? Ballsy,” she joked.
That made him snort.
“Good point. I’ll keep my yap closed.”
Well, it wasn’t like he was wrong. Devon wasn’t seeing a jury of his peers. He’d fucked around, and now, he was going to find out.
The chase just got more interesting.
“We might get lucky and they can be interviewed,” she stated. “If that’s the case, bring them in, and I’ll give youeverything I need to know so that you or Quinn can break them in interrogation.”
Dex could do that.
