Speak No Evil_ A Novel - Allison Brennan [41]
Dammit! Why lie? Criminals think they can out-smart the cops, but the truth is that lies are uncovered each and every time. Especially verifiable information like who Steve publicly dated.
Criminal. He’d just thought of his brother not only as a criminal, but capable of rape and murder.
“What’s wrong?” Ava asked.
“Nothing,” he said. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a card. “Here’s my cell phone number. Please call me if you have any information about Steve, Angie, or anyone who didn’t like Angie. Or someone who gave her undue attention. Do you know her current boyfriend?”
Ava took the card and shook her head. “No, except what Steve has told me. The guy’s into drugs and a bad scene. Real ego trip. But Steve also thought Angie was about to break up with him.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because of something he read on her journal. You’ve seen it, right?”
He nodded and wished he’d read the entries more carefully.
Ava blushed, averted her eyes. “It’s pretty risqué.”
Steve walked onto the deck shirtless, wearing only sweatpants. He yawned and sipped coffee. “Thanks for making a pot.” His face lit up when he saw Ava. “Hi, sweetheart!” He draped an arm over her shoulders, gave a squeeze, and kissed her cheek.
“You okay?” she asked, concern on her face. She’s half in love with him, Nick realized.
“I’ll be fine,” Steve said. “Nick came down to help. Once the police stop looking at me, they’ll focus their search on finding the real killer.”
Nick was disturbed by his brother’s casual comments. He wanted to confront him about the lies, but right now he needed more information. “We’ll talk later. I have to go.”
“Go where?”
“Out.” Nick left Steve and Ava on the deck, not trusting himself to control his temper.
He grabbed his gun, holstered it, pulled on his jean jacket and hat, and left.
Carina paced, not from nervous energy but because she was so mad at the three girls who sat in front of her that she wanted to throttle them.
“What were you thinking?” she repeated for the umpteenth time.
All three had the sense to look ashamed.
She and Will had pulled the girls from their classes and they now sat in the dean’s office, evicting him for the joint interview. In passing, Carina noticed the numerous degrees, awards, and photographs—reminiscent of Steven Thomas’s apartment but more appropriate in the large, opulent, and brightly lit office.
She was scared for these girls. They hadn’t seen Angie’s body. They didn’t know what had been done to her. “Don’t you know there’s a killer out there? Do you want to be his next victim?”
“Detective,” Will warned quietly, and Carina turned around and took a deep breath. More flies with honey. She heard Nick Thomas’s deep, sexy voice in her head. Where had that come from?
“Abby.” Will sat across from the scared girls, his calm, firm demeanor a better fit in this situation. Carina’s half-Cuban/half-Irish temper sometimes helped, sometimes hindered. “We’re simply concerned about your safety. Putting sexually suggestive photographs of yourselves for the whole world to see was not smart.”
“I’m sorry,” Jodi said. “We’re all sorry. It seemed like a good idea at the time.” She was blushing and didn’t look Will in the eye.
Carina sighed and said, “The fact remains that we haven’t arrested Angie’s murderer and we don’t know if you’ve all put yourselves in danger.”
Will nodded. “We don’t want to be investigating another murder. These cases can take a long time to build. This isn’t television. Smoking guns are rare. That means that we need to go through all the evidence carefully, investigate alibis and backgrounds, interview witnesses. We put all the information we gather together and see if it points to a suspect. If it does, then we dig deeper and make an arrest. Finally, it’s up to the District Attorney’s Office to decide if there is enough evidence to warrant prosecution.
“Sometimes,” he continued, “we’re confident we know who the killer is, but we don’t have enough evidence to arrest him. Sometimes it takes years to build a case.”
“And sometimes the killer is