Page 57 of Liar's Point

Low laughter on the other end.

“Don’t call me again,” she snapped.

“Malcom wants—”

“He can talk to my lawyer.”

She hung up.

What the hell what the hell what the hell?

Heart thundering, she stared down at the phone. Then she flung it away like a hot potato.

CHAPTER

TEN

Emmet pulled up to the police station as Adam walked out with a cardboard coffee cup in his hand.

“Hi,” Adam said, sliding into the passenger seat.

“Hey.”

“You want some coffee?”

Emmet had been up since five and was already two cups in. “I’m good.”

“So.” Adam slid on a pair of mirrored sunglasses as they exited the parking lot. “What’s the plan this morning?”

Emmet had called him to see if he wanted to work together today. Adam was set to take his exam in a couple weeks, and Emmet had been trying to spend some extra time with him before then to build his confidence.

“We’re following up on the surveillance video,” Emmet said.

“You mean from the victim’s apartment? I thought Brady sent it to his contact in San Antonio.”

“He did.”

They hadn’t heard anything back yet, and Emmet wasn’t keen on waiting. No doubt the FBI had great resources when it came to enhancing video footage. But the man behind the wheel of Aubrey Lambert’s car had been wearing a hoodie and sunglasses when he drove out of her apartment complex. So Emmet figured the chances of the feds being able to enhance the video enough to use facial recognition software or any of their other tools were slim. They were going to have to do some old-fashioned detective work.

Emmet wove through downtown toward Angler’s Landing. He turned onto Eighth Street, a block away from the apartment’s main entrance with the still-broken gate. Emmet pulled over beside a grassy utility easement directly behind the apartment complex.

Adam turned in his seat, looking out the back window. “Isn’t that her building?”

“Yeah, and I was here earlier. I want you to see something.”

“What?”

“Just watch.”

Emmet adjusted the rearview mirror. Meanwhile, Adam sipped his coffee and checked the side mirror, probably wondering what they were waiting for.

He glanced at Emmet. “So, you took your exam what, four years ago?”

“Five.”

Adam nodded. “You think it was hard?”

“It was okay.” Emmet looked at him. “You nervous?”

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