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“I’ve narrowed it down to two teenagers. I couldn’t wait any longer to find out what they found in the park. I couldn’t have lived with myself if either girl was hurt.”
Laura’s gaze softened. “So what do you want me to do?” She glanced at Joel, a flash of regret in her eyes that she’d never aimed toward Sam. “Or us to do, I guess.”
“I want you to get them to drop any charges once I tell them what I know,” Sam said to Laura, then turned to Joel. “I’d like you to be a character witness. And if they don’t let me go, I need you to take Siggy until I’m out of here. They can’t keep me forever. I didn’t do anything.”
“Oh, you sweet summer child,” Laura murmured. “They can do whatever they want.” She glared at Joel again. “Prosecutors and cops.”
“Not fair,” Joel said quietly.
She sighed. “No, it wasn’t. I’m sorry.”
Joel nodded tightly, then waved at the mirror to motion McKittrick back into the room. “Why’d you pick Kit, Sam?”
“Because you respect her. You said that she was a good cop and a decent person. She’s your friend. I hoped she’d take me seriously.” And it seemed that she’d done exactly that.
She’d found a body in Longview Park.
Colton Driscoll was a murderer.
At least now Sam knew for sure. He could turn Colton in with no guilt or career repercussions.
He only hoped he wasn’t too late.
SDPD, San Diego, California
Saturday, April 9, 6:30 a.m.
“What do you think?” Baz asked, standing next to Kit on the other side of the mirror.
“I don’t know,” she admitted, studying the faces of the three people sitting around the interview room table. “I know Joel, of course, as do you.”
“He’s a good guy.”
And he was. Joel Haley was a hard-nosed prosecutor with a winning record. Kit both liked and respected him. She didn’t think he’d lie. But he could be mistaken about his friend’s character. If Samuel Reeves had committed a murder, Joel would have to recuse himself.
But Kit didn’t think that Reeves had done it. She hadn’t thought so when she’d first seen his photo.
And, because of that, Kit didn’t trust herself. But she’d taken the chance. She’d answered his question.
When she’d told him that they’d found a body, his reaction had been one of pain. And resignation. Like he’d expected it but hadn’t wanted it to be so.
“Reeves still has a lot to explain,” she murmured. “Mainly the two photos he had taped up in his apartment.”
“Neither of the two girls had ever seen him before, nor had their parents.”
Baz had personally checked on the two teenagers after they’d deposited Reeves in the interview room. The two girls had been in their respective homes, one already in bed and the other watching TV with her boyfriend on the family’s living room sofa.
They’d both known Cecilia Sheppard, the teen who’d gone missing eight months before. She’d played on their lacrosse team. They’d been friends.
“I want to hear his explanation,” Kit murmured.
Baz made a face. “I know his attorney. Letterman’s a real shark. She defended a guy I booked on aggravated arson five years ago and questioned me on the stand. She is very, very good. She tied me into so many knots that she almost had me second-guessing myself. We got a conviction, but it was close. Do not underestimate her.”
Kit would not. She’d never met a defense attorney whom she’d trusted. “They have history,” she said, nodding at the three talking animatedly around the interview room table. “All of them.”
“I figured the same. Letterman has feelings for both Reeves and Haley. Not necessarily good feelings, but feelings nonetheless.”
Kit had thought the same. It was in the way they’d greeted one another. It was as if Reeves hadn’t wanted her to come, even though he’d also been grateful that she had. And Kit bet that Joel’s casualness was a facade.
