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“Trust me, we’ve asked him,” Ryan said, “but he’s insistent that neither he—nor his client—want you dead.”

“But hewashired to find me? He admits that?”

“No. He says his presence in the hospital has nothing to do with you and that he was only there at the request of a client.”

“But he won’t give you the name of the client.”

“No, but just before you got here, I got a text that the crime scene unit searching his hotel room and car found a burner phone. There were calls made to someone in California.”

Nausea hit and she bit her tongue. “Kevin.”

“We’re not sure. The other phone was also a burner, but we’ve got detectives working on tracking down the location the calls were made to.”

“It’ll lead back to Kevin,” she said.

Vince’s hand rested on her shoulder, and after almost shrugging it off, she let it stay there, reminding herself she was going to trust him. Let him help. More than that, she was going to consciously make the choice to trust God. She wished it was an easy step of faith, but—

Ryan cleared his throat. “I’m going to go in and talk to him and let him know that he’s running out of time, although the truth is,we’rethe ones running out of time. If we don’t charge him with something in the next couple of hours, we have to let him go.”

“He hasn’t lawyered up?” Vince asked.

“No. Says it wasn’t him that put the drug in the drink and he doesn’t need a lawyer.”

“But what about the security footage?” Raina asked.

“Unfortunately, the video doesn’t give us a clear shot of his face in the ER, just coming out of the hospital, so it’s not going to hold up in court. We were just hoping that when confronted with the video ‘evidence,’ he would confess. He hasn’t.”

Raina stepped closer to the window, studying everything about the man. He was midforties, blond hair, good-lookingin a suntanned-surfer-dude kind of way. His blue eyes caught hers and she gasped, even though she knew he couldn’t see her.

Vince’s hand squeezed and Ryan walked out of the room.

Seconds later, he was in the interrogation room with herallegedattacker.

Ryan leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. “All right, Mr. Harper—”

“Freddy.”

“Freddy. Now that we’ve all had a bit of a break, let’s see if we can get a little farther in the conversation this time.”

“If the questions are still the same, the answers are too.”

Raina pressed her fists against her thighs. How she wanted to go in there and shake the man until the words spilled from his lips. But since that probably wouldn’t work, she waited.

Ryan shifted. “So, you say you didn’t put the drug in Ms. Price’s drink.”

“I did not.”

“Then what were you doing there?”

“As I said before, I was there because a client asked me to check up on someone.”

“But you won’t tell us the client’s name—or who you were checking up on.”

“I won’t. He asked for confidentiality. Made me sign a contract and I won’t break it.”

Raina stomped a foot and spun to glare at Vince. “This is going nowhere. I want to speak to him.”

“That’s not my call, Raina, you know that.”

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