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“She mentioned secret activities you were involved in,” Finley continued calmly. “Any clue what she meant by ‘secret activities’?”
“She is playing you, Finley. Check your sources. For the love of God, who are you working for?”
Finley gave her a sec to ensure she was finished. “We work for you, Ellen. But if Marsh goes to Ventura with these allegations—”
“She won’t,” Winthrop said, her tone simmering with anger. “She’s in this up to her eyeballs.”
Finley braked for a stop sign. “Tell me what that means, Ellen.”
For one, two, three beats, Finley held her breath. She was close to getting a piece of the truth. So close.
A horn blared behind her. Finley checked the cross street, then rolled forward.
“I ...”
Finley didn’t dare say a word.
“We believe she and Jarrod were partners in all this.”
And there it was, a piece of what Winthrop had been holding back. Finley smiled and made the next turn. “What evidence do you have?”
“Nothing concrete yet,” she allowed, “but Vivian and her team are working diligently to find more.”
Finley nodded. “Thank you. Now we can work together toward that end.”
“I’ll call when we have something.”
The call ended.
Finley figured she’d better update Jack in case Winthrop complained about her tactics. He preferred that she not piss off the clients, but it happened sometimes.
Sometimes the truth was messy. And that was Finley’s only goal: the truth.
Was her lack of patience with Winthrop because the two of them were too damned much alike?
Maybe.
Was it possible the Marsh scenario was a dead end? Sure, but Finley couldn’t not see it through.
The worst mistake a defense attorney could make was assuming anything that popped up in an investigation was irrelevant.
If it existed, it could be relevant.
22
5:00 p.m.
Marsh Residence
Lemont Drive, Nashville
Finley pounded on the front door. The car that Marsh drove was not in the driveway. And it wasn’t because she was at work. Finley had stopped by the clinic, and one of the secretaries had told her that Marsh had quit—by phone and without notice. The secretary, who had been more than a little furious, hadn’t known any other information. Obviously, Marsh wouldn’t be getting a good recommendation.
From there Finley had driven straight to Marsh’s home in hopes of catching her before she disappeared. Marsh certainly hadn’t mentioned quitting her job when they’d had coffee just a couple of hours ago. But if she suspected Winthrop was onto her, she would disappear. Damn it!
Finley pounded on the door again, frustration and impatience firing through her.
“She’s gone.”
