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“And maybe kill someone else,” Sam finished. “I thought of that. That’s why I’m not staying at my apartment. Her parents would confront me, and I’d feel compelled to defend myself. I don’t want her killer to know you’re looking at anyone other than me. I don’t want anyone else to die.”
Her heart squeezed. She had no trouble believing that he’d sacrificed his good name to save other people. He’d already done so before.
“When this is over, I’ll make sure the Carvilles know the truth.”
“But it won’t bring Skyler back,” Sam said thickly.
“No,” she murmured. “But we’ll prove who did it and get your friend the justice she deserves.”
Something settled in his eyes as he nodded. “I’m going to see the other ex-wife tomorrow. The one that still lives here in San Diego.”
“You’re going with Ms.Letterman?” Kit asked, wishing her dislike for the lawyer were only due to her chosen occupation. But she’d cheated on Sam and still expected to be a part of his life.
But that was Sam’s business. Not mine.
“When she’s finished with work, yes.”
She wasn’t going to bother telling him not to make the visit. “Please keep me up to speed, and I promise I’ll return your calls more promptly.”
“I will.” Sam looked at Joel. “Was that it?”
“It was,” Joel said. “We didn’t have Navarro’s number, or we would have told him straightaway. And I didn’t think Baz should be involved. He’s supposed to be recuperating.”
“Thank you for that,” Kit said. “Although he’s going to be pissed off that we didn’t involve him. Which doesn’t matter because I’m far more scared of Marian than I am of Baz.”
Joel chuckled and stood with his empty plate. “Smart. Where do I put this?”
“I’ll take it.” Scrambling to her feet, she took both plates, holding them in front of her like armor when Sam rose as well. Her living room was minuscule, and he was too close. “Um, Dr.Reeves, how did Rita look when you saw her?”
“Sad,” he said. “She’d been crying.”
“Harlan said it was because she found out that her mother had been pregnant,” Joel said darkly. “Some kid at school saw it online and made sure to tell her.”
“The punk bastard,” Sam growled. “Damned reporters make life hard for anyone associated with a victim. Rita’s had enough shocks in her life for a lifetime.”
That he was worried about Rita and not himself was not lost on Kit. “I know. We’ve protected your role in this, Sam. None of the damned reporters should find out that you were our CI.” She hoped.
Sam shrugged. “I’ve told a few people that I’m a suspect, so it might get out on its own, without any of the reporters’ help.”
Kit almost dropped the plates. “You did what? We were trying to protect you by not letting that out and you just told people?” She looked at Joel. “Did you know about this?”
“He’s a grown-up, Kit, and a damn smart one at that. I figure that he knew the risk.”
“I don’t know if people would have talked to me otherwise,” Sam said. “Revealing the truth made me vulnerable and... people want to help other people in trouble.”
She blinked at him. “Are you for real? Like, you do work with criminals, right?”
Sam’s lips twitched up. “A lot of criminals. That’s my area of specialization, in fact. But I talk to a lot of victims, too. Sharing a vulnerability helps level the field. Helps them open up. It worked for me.”
She sighed, because it had. “What time are you going to see Driscoll’s third ex-wife?”
“Probably not until tomorrow night. We went by her place during the day today and she wasn’t home, so she must have been at work.”
“Call me. I might be able to join you.” She lifted a brow when he stiffened. “Unless you don’t want me to.”
“No,” he said slowly. “But... you’re a cop. Veronica was afraid you’d think she was involved with whatever Colton was doing. I think they talk to me because I’m not a cop.”
“He’s got a point, Kit,” Joel said.
