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“Have you seen the two of them?” Simon asked. “Strong genes going on there. Anyway, he’s got a goddamn personal vendetta going on here. So we have to work harder to prove him wrong.”
“Heiswrong,” Everleigh insisted.
“We know that. But the DA believes what the cops tell him. So we have to create another explanation.”
“What about Gav?” I asked. “Is he still inside?”
“He was granted bail, but no one has posted it.”
“He has family, though,” Everleigh said, confused.
“His bail was set at seventy-five grand. And unless someone was going to risk their house, they probably couldn’t pay it.”
“Would it be possible to talk to him?” I asked.
“I’d have to talk to his attorney. An overworked, underpaid public defender who is probably trying to talk Gav into a plea deal to avoid court.”
“A plea deal,” I repeated. “And what are the chances he’ll throw Everleigh under the bus to get his sentence cut?”
“High,” Simon said, no bullshit. “Especially if he’s having a hard time inside. Jail is a bit rougher for men than women. One way sexism works for women, I guess.”
“So we need to prove she’s innocent before he decides to come up with some lie about how it’s all Everleigh’s fault.”
“That’s the plan. So, Everleigh. Tell me about the drugs.”
“Whatdrugs?” she asked.
“The ones that have your fingerprints on them,” he said.
“What?” I barked at the same time Everleigh did, but in a much more pained voice.
“To be fair, they have your fingerprints on the boxes that had trace amount of drugs on them, likely because they were used to transport the drugs,” Simon clarified.
“Boxes at the gym?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“I mean… I carry boxes at the gym all the time,” Everleigh said. “We are constantly getting deliveries. New towels or soaps, cleaning supplies, ingredients for the smoothies. The delivery people drop them all off at the desk, and I carry them to wherever they belong.”
“Exactly the problem,” Simon agreed, nodding. “Both sides have a case for your prints being on the boxes. And even film of you carrying the boxes, which I am sure they have by now.”
“Oh, God,” Everleigh hissed under her breath.
“Listen, they have nothing else on you. From what I can tell, you’re a model citizen. You’ve never been arrested, or even had a ticket. You pay your taxes and your bills on time, but you don’t have much left over after that.”
“How do you know that?” she asked, eyes going round.
“It’s my job,” he said, shrugging. “You make a modest living. And you live within it. There’s no indication that there is an excess amount of drug money in your life. Your car is barely operational,” Simon said with no small amount of disgust. “What I do need to know is if there are any skeletons in your closet,” Simon said.
Everleigh’s gaze slid to me, the concern clear.
Because she did have one.
The time she paid Morgaine to kill her sister’s abuser.
“Um, well, my sister…” she started, looking over at Simon.
“I know all about her ex,” Simon said, brushing it off. “And the situation that had him kidnapping her and another woman who eventually poisoned him and herself at the same time. She lived. He died. Am I missing something?” he asked, shuffling his papers. “Was there something that wasn’t in the official paperwork and news?”
