Page 46 of Murder Notes

“Samantha,” I say. “She’s trouble and I thought you were smarter than that.”

“I have one name for you to answer that worry: Kane.”

“This isn’t about me. It’s about you. She’s dangerous.”

“She’s not dangerous. Kane—”

“Kane again? Huh. You’re deflecting with ancient history.”

“And yet, he showed up at the crime scene last night, not for his dead employee, but for you.”

“For me? You don’t know that. I just happened to be there.”

“Bullshit,” he says.

“Samantha is not your type.”

“But Kane is yours.”

“Ancient fucking history, Andrew. Samantha is not for you.”

“And yet she is.”

“I don’t understand you with her.”

“I don’t either, but it works. I think you know about that, now don’t you?”

He’s right. Kane defines that answer for me, but Kane really was into me. Kane was in love with me. I don’t want Andrew to get hurt. “And if I told you she’s not faithful?”

“I’d tell you we haven’t been exclusive, but I’m about to fix that. And you and Kane—”

“I hate him,” I say, because he won’t shut up until I answer him and because it’s true. “I hate the fuck out of him. Is that what you want to hear?”

He narrows his eyes on me. “Damn it. You still love him. I’d hoped—”

“Woods,” I say, changing the subject.

“Is innocent until proven guilty,” he assures me, despite his behavior and that of his staff’s saying he believes otherwise. “I do my job and do it well,” he adds.

“And that includes sharing FBI business with Eddie?”

“Eddie is the detective on the case. And why are you so damn against Woods as a suspect? What am I missing?”

“You do remember I’m investigating a series of murders, right?”

“Again. Why are you so damn against Woods as a suspect?”

“I’m looking at this as a series of murders, not one.”

“And?” he presses.

“He doesn’t fit the profile.”

“They don’t always fit the profile. And maybe he’s a copycat killer.”

“That’s insanity. This hasn’t been in the local news. Just—” I hold up my hands. “I need that transcript.”

“I’ll send it.”