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“Two,” I confirmed. “Along with a shotgun and my husband’s old Desert Eagle. But your men already have them. I used to own a third nine-millimeter, but several months back, I turned it into the LVPD buy-back program. In case that helps.”
Beck’s blue gaze narrowed, and her jaw clenched. “How long ago, exactly?”
I shrugged. “Six months or more, I suppose.”
Beck shook her head and stood, starting to pace the short length of the interrogation room. “You must be the luckiest woman on the face of the earth, Ms. Ashby.”
I nodded. “If you count losing my daughter-in-law in a violent crime and then being accused of it lucky, well, I guess we have different definitions of the word.” I could have gone with the outraged family routine but that wouldn’t have worked as well.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Maybe you’re too close to this, Agent Beck?”
She smiled and stopped her pacing as she turned to me. “Are you familiar with Father Ray O’Leary?”
I didn’t need to fix my mouth to answer because Andrew broke in. “That question is irrelevant, Agent Beck.”
“Is it?”
“You damn well know it is, and I might remind you that it is outside the scope of your arrest warrant.”
“So I could answer,” I said flippantly, smiling when Andrew laid a hand on my arm.
“We’re done here.” Andrew stood and helped me to my feet. “Let’s go, Sadie.”
“She still needs to be processed,” Beck growled at my attorney.
“It’s been taken care of,” he answered easily.
“Not. Possible.” The shock on her freckled face was worth the cost of bail.
“Possible and done.” Andrew held the door open for me, and I stepped out to spot Jameson Ellison lingering just outside.
“You good?” Ellison asked.
I gave a short nod. “She’s fishing without any bait.”
Agent Beck was sure she had something on me, but I was just as sure she didn’t.
Ellison nodded and walked away a moment before Andrew finished with the agents.
“Don’t worry, that agent is a wildcard. She’ll ruin any case they think they have on you with her reckless ways.”
“She’s not reckless,” I assured him. “Just emotional.”
“Too emotional. It will be Beck’s downfall.”
I didn’t disagree, but I was done talking about Agent Beck. “Thank you for your help, Andrew.”
He nodded. “I’ll snoop around and see what I can find out. If you need anything, call me.”
“Will do,” I assured him and walked through the fluorescent-lit bullpen of the Las Vegas Police Department and into the bright, shiny Vegas day.
Thomas leaned against the driver-side door of the Maybach, one foot crossed at the ankle and a sexy smile curving his lips upward. “All good?”
I nodded slowly. “So far.”
“Good enough for now.”
