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“What is this load of crap?” she yelled into the phone. “I don’t appreciate getting sucked into whatever stupid game it is you’re playing.”
“It’snota game, but I’d feel the same if I were in your shoes.”
“Easy to say since you’re notinmy shoes. You almost cost me my job and you still might.”
“I’m sorry, but please let me explain.”
Gibson bit back her anger and turned to cop mode, which meant, above all, listening. And this might be the only way to eventually get to the truth. Plus, she was curious as hell as to what was really going on. Not that she expected this woman to tell her anything except lies. But Gibson was really good at tracking stuff down. She just needed a lead, one tiny morsel.
“Okay, go ahead,” she said in a calmer voice.
“I didn’t kill him and I don’t know who did. All I know is that I found his body and didn’t know what else to do.”
Incensed once more, Gibson barked, “How about calling the fucking police, that one ever occur to you?”
“I couldn’t call them.”
“You just had to hit 911 with your index finger, you didn’t have to give your name or just use a fake one, like you did with me.”
“I didn’t want to do it that way. I had my reasons. Good ones.”
“Then why involve me in your mess?”
“Because I had heard of you.”
“Heard of me from where?” demanded Gibson.
“When you were a cop.”
“That was back in Jersey. So you tracked me to Williamsburg?”
“I felt like I could trust you. I hope I still can?”
“Well, I don’t trustyou, seeing that the police now think I’m a suspect for a murder I knew nothing about until today.” She drew a long, calming breath. This aggressive posture was going to get her nowhere. “Did you know Pottinger?”
“Yes.”
“How?” Gibson said.
“He was very well-known in Miami. I was surprised that he moved to such an isolated place in Virginia.”
So was she from Miami?“Why were you there?”
“He asked me to come to see him.”
“Why?” asked Gibson.
“I can’t get into that.”
“You’re going to have to get intoeverythingif you really want me to trust you.”
“He was someone I knew from way back. He said he was in trouble. I went to Stormfield to help. The door was unlocked. I went in. The wall in the library was open. That’s how I found him.”
“Was there anyone around when you got there?” asked Gibson.
“No, which surprised me. The place is huge. He must have had servants or some kind of help. But if they had been there they would have found the body.”
“How did he die?” asked Gibson.
