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“Maybe when you see Duncan in person—”
“Face to face?”
“He won’t know you’re there. They just brought him from lockup in the basement and put him in an interrogation room. All you have to do is look through the window.”
“It’s a waste of time, but lead the way.”
Glenn turned to Trapper. “If you want to wait for her, do it down in the lobby. I’ll alert you when she’s done. But since you keep switching phones, I’ll need a number to text.”
“I stay with Kerra.”
Glenn exhaled with exasperation. “Trapper, you’ve got no official reason to be here. Even if I was okay with it, the agents conducting these interrogations—”
“I’m her bodyguard.” He looked at Kerra and tipped his head toward Glenn. “Tell him.” He held his breath, hoping she would realize that this was the “arrangement” he’d referred to.
She held his gaze for no longer than two heartbeats before turning back to Glenn. “It’s, uh, one of the services offered by his…firm.”
“You can check the website,” Trapper said, having no idea whatsoever if “bodyguard” was listed as one of his services. “Daily rate plus expenses. Kerra put me on retainer.”
Clearly not buying it, Glenn scowled. “As of when?”
“As of the night your deputy was delinquent in his duty and stayed in his car while she went into the hospital alone. As of then, and until further notice, she doesn’t get out of my sight.”
“This is a sheriff’s office, for crissake. City police department is in the other wing. What could happen to her in here?”
“Nothing.” Trapper flashed a grin. “So long as I’m standing next to her.”
Glenn gave up on Trapper and looked at Kerra. “It should ease your mind to know that we got the guy. One of them, anyway.”
“How sure are you of him?” Trapper asked.
Before Glenn could respond, the elevator returned and the doors slid open. Carson Rime was the only person on it. He stepped out, his arm weighted down by a briefcase made of stamped saddle leather.
“Morning, all.” Smiling at Trapper and Kerra, he shrugged off a tweed overcoat and, as he draped it over his arm, leaned forward to shake Glenn’s hand. “Sheriff Addison? Carson Rime. We spoke on the phone yesterday. A pleasure.”
Glenn didn’t look like he shared the sentiment. “I thought we’d cleared up the stolen vehicle matter.”
“Oh, we did. That’s not why I’m here.” Carson removed a business card from the breast pocket of his suit and handed it to Glenn. “I went to the basement first. The deputy down there said that my client, Leslie Doyle Duncan, had already been brought up here for an interrogation. The first interrogation that will ever be mentioned in court, should this comedy ever go to trial, because Mr. Duncan was d
enied legal counsel during his initial questioning.”
Glenn rocked back on his heels. “He wasn’t denied counsel. He had a court-appointed attorney who was unavoidably detained last night, but who should be here any minute now.”
“He had a court-appointed attorney,” Carson said. “He now has me, and I demand a consultation with my client. Please take me to him.”
Carson’s suit was shiny with wear. The points of his collar flared up and out like a pair of white wings. Between them was a chunk of turquoise the size of a walnut that secured his black leather bolo tie. This morning, his comb-over had an extra layer of goo holding it in place.
But Trapper wanted to hug him. With only a token amount of whining and a vow to double bill, he had agreed to drop everything and haul ass to Lodal to represent Duncan. A lawyer, reputable or corrupt, first in his law school class or dead last, would be given access to the suspect that Trapper would be denied.
Glenn hitched up his gun belt as though to reassert that he was still in charge and motioned down the hallway. “Last room on the left.”
“Kerra had just as well take a look at Duncan now,” Trapper said. “Why make her hang around and wait?”
“All right.”
Trapper could tell she was burning to ask questions, but when Carson made an after-you gesture, she started down the hall, the lawyer chatting at her side.
Glenn and Trapper fell into step behind them. “Clever,” Glenn said under his breath. “But I don’t get why you did it. Why are you so keen on defending the guy who shot your own father?”
