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“Morgan Chase was someone I cared about a long time ago. We were heavily into the scene, and one went horribly wrong.”
She slowly turned toward me. “What happened?”
I thew the detective a look that indicated I’d shut him up if he dared say another fucking word.
“Breath play.”
While Lark did everything in her power to keep her composure, I could tell by the way she chewed on her lower lip that she hadn’t been prepared. “O-kay. What happened to her?”
“She was saved by Dr. Davidson.”
She took in the information then returned her attention to the detective. “We have nothing to discuss, Detective. Unless you have more than circumstantial evidence plus a warrant allowing you to charge my client with a crime, I suggest you leave us to enjoy the rest of our day.”
“That’s right. You were auctioned off to the man. How could I forget?” he threw at her on purpose, still gloating from putting a hint of doubt into her mind.
Now I was fucking pissed off.
“You know your way out, gentlemen. I suggest you use it.”
Both the detective and the officer started to leave. Then Barker turned toward us once again. “We will find the killer, Mr. McKenzie. No matter what it takes or what rock we need to unearth, we will find him.”
“You do that, Detective.”
My tone was gruffer than before. I waited until they’d reached the foyer before following, ensuring the door was closed behind them. Then I placed my hand on the wood, uncertain what I wanted to say to her. When I headed back into the room, I noticed the door to the patio had been left open.
When I walked outside, I didn’t see her at first, finding her seconds later standing by the pool. I moved behind her, remaining quiet.
“Why did you do that, putting yourself and your career at risk?” I demanded, although I had no right to do so.
“Do what? Protect you? Because in case you haven’t figured it out, someone is using you as a scapegoat. And because you fired your attorney. Remember? I was there when you cursed him out. While Braxton Smith is an arrogant pig, he’s one of the best defense attorneys in our office. You need representation.”
“And you’re not going to do it. For the record, I didn’t fire Braxton. He ceased being my attorney.”
“Why?” She turned around to face me, her search of my eyes deeper than the morning in the coffee shop.
I hated to admit the truth. “He told me he didn’t believe in my innocence.”
“What in God’s name is going on?”
“I would say it’s a classic: someone wants to run me out of town.”
“Because you’re a threat. To this underground organization you were mentioning?”
“That I can’t answer.” Although that’s exactly what I thought it could be. The connection of the firm, Trent’s use of Elite, and Braxton’s dismissal was far too coincidental.
“Why didn’t you tell me about Morgan? Were you too afraid I’d run away, afraid of you?”
“Yes, maybe I was. In case you haven’t noticed, there’s some fucking killer out there murdering women, pretending they’re in the scene. Damn it. What happened with Morgan was a lifetime ago.”
“Uh-huh. That’s why people are attempting to make your life hell. Why do I almost feel like I know her name? Who is she?”
Sighing, I rubbed my jaw, squinting from the sun. “You’ve likely heard it spoken in your household. Morgan is Senator Jack Chase’s daughter.”
“Jack Chase? I remember. Didn’t he retire a couple years ago?”
“He did but was very active in the Senate when Morgan and I were involved.”
Lark twisted her mouth and looked away. “What happened?”
