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Amanda had a last moment of sentience and pain as something crashed onto her head, and then she was gone.
Chapter 28
Crassley tried to refuse to see them, but Quin prevailed, and he was brought handcuffed into an interview room. “Man, my lawyer’s gonna hear about this. I got nothin’ to say to you.”
“Who is your lawyer?” asked McCrae.
“Brennan.” He smiled, showing teeth that really needed the attentions of a dental hygienist.
“Hal Brennan?” McCrae was surprised. Amanda’s ex?
“I got friends in high places.” The smile widened.
“We’ve got you for my daughter’s homicide,” Quin said coldly.
The grin faltered a teensy bit. “Your . . . what now? Have you lost your idiot mind?”
Quin was pushing it. They were far from having enough evidence to convict Crassley, but he didn’t have to know that. McCrae played along, adding, “You, or one of your brothers, pulled that trigger.”
“You got that wrong.”
Quin went on, “And then you took out Penske. You used him, and then you killed him. You had a grudge against my daughter, and you killed her; then you killed Penske.”
Gale Crassley lifted his palms. “You are way, way off. I heard that thing was a murder/suicide.”
“You were seen,” Quin said.
“No way I was seen, because I wasn’t there.”
“Your car was,” McCrae said.
“With one of you Crassleys in it.”
He froze. A telltale moment of tension, before he relaxed. “We got a lot of cars.”
“Was it you? Or Booker? Or Harry?” McCrae pushed.
“None of us. You don’t have videotape. Lundeen’s didn’t have no cameras then.”
“Didn’t have any cameras,” McCrae corrected. “Interesting you know that.”
“Everybody knows that.”
“So it was a good place to hide a homicide.” Quin stared him down.
“You were seen by a witness,” McCrae told him. “And we know about the burner phone Penske was using. You guys were trying to keep it off the grid, but you’ve been found out.”
“No witness,” he said, but he couldn’t quite hide his apprehension.
“You got Penske to kill Bailey because you had him for sex with a minor,” McCrae said. “He was a pawn in your game.”
Crassley’s smile returned. “You think you’re so smart. You don’t know fucking anything.”
“Why, then?” McCrae pushed.
Crassley twisted in his seat. “Guard!” he called, then to Quin and McCrae. “I’m not talking to you guys anymore.”
