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Amber scrolled through the onesfrom the previous night.
Pickup at 11:30. Make sure it’s allthere.
I have the package.
Bring it to the bar, not to yourplace.
The more Amber looked at thosemessages, the more convinced she was starting to become that the reason Mich’salibi had been so shaky at first was because he’d been involved in some kind ofshady deal.
Amber marched back into theinterrogation room with Mich’s phone in her hand.
“These messages on your phone. Thereason you’re being so cagey about your alibi is that you were pickingsomething up for someone last night, right? Something illegal?”
Mich looked over to his lawyer, whoanswered for him. “My client has been quite clear that he was at a bar. I haveprovided all the information you require.”
Amber looked over to Simon. “He wasup to something else. Something he’s determined to keep quiet about. But itwasn’t killing Rosalind Elm. We’re looking at the wrong man.”
Simon gestured to the door, notlooking happy. “Let’s do this outside.”
Amber nodded. She needed topersuade Simon because if she didn't, they were going to keep looking the wrongway.
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
“You don’t know that Mich isn’t thekiller!”
Amber leaned back against the wall.“I can’t prove it, unless I go find out what he was really doing last night.And, in the time that would take, Loretta might be killed.”
They’d already wasted too much timeon Mich. Time they didn’t have, when there was a killer still out there.
“What I’m saying is that it couldbe him,” Simon said. “Maybe all of this… he could have had time to do someshady deal and still kill Rosalind. He’s our strongest suspect.”
“That just means that we haven’tlooked in the right places yet,” Amber insisted.
Simon shook his head, though. “Whatabout the pendants?”
“I… don’t have an answer for thatyet,” Amber admitted. “Maybe someone else bought them and gave them to thevictims.”
“We would have noticed if all thevictims shared a friend or a lover,” Simon said. “And who else is going to dosomething like that?”
“It’s worth looking at,” Ambersaid.
Simon shook his head, though.“Amber, normally I back your instincts on this kind of thing, but this time,you’re wrong. We have our bad guy. We need to focus on getting answers fromhim, and I need to know that you’re going to help with that.”
Amber shook her head. “I can’t, notif I think the killer might still be out there.”
She heard Simon sigh. “Amber, Idon’t have any time to argue with you on this. Do you have any evidence thatsomeone else is involved?”
Amber shook her head. “Only that itdoesn’t feel like Mich is involved.”
“I can’t just trust your feelings,”Simon said. He turned back towards the interrogation room.
“You have in the past,” Amber said.“Maybe it’s not my feelings you’re afraid of. Maybe it’s your own.”
Simon froze, not looking at Amber.“This isn’t the place to talk about our feelings, Amber.”
"We need to talk about them ifthey're getting in the way," Amber retorted. "Before, you would havetrusted me when I said that someone like Mich wasn't the killer. Now, it's likeyou don't want to do it because it's my idea."
“Or maybe I can’t afford to goalong with something just because you came up with it,” Simon suggested. “MaybeI can’t trust whether I’m going along with something because it’s the rightcall, or because of what I feel about you. In this case, the evidence we havepoints towards Mich.”
