Page 82 of Her Last Whisper
“I cared about her. She was actually a great nurse—better than most.”
“Are you seeing anyone now, well, except for Emily?”
“No, no one.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, give us a minute,” said Katie and she motioned for McGaven to leave the room with her.
They shutthe interview room door and walked down the hallway a little ways to have a quiet conference.
Katie quickly reread her text message from Denise and was relieved that there were leads to track down Nick’s brother. She switched back to the doctor’s interview.
“What do you think?” she asked.
“I think he’s telling the truth but holding back on something.”
“I agree. There’s nothing we can officially hold him on. We have to cut him loose and wait for what comes back from forensics before we can obtain an arrest warrant.” Katie shifted her weight, thinking, biting her thumbnail. “I have a difficult time seeing him as the killer—”
“A little too convenient?” said McGaven.
“Just what I was thinking.”
Forty-Eight
Thursday 1635 hours
Katie and McGaven sat in Katie’s favorite diner grabbing a quick late lunch after Dr. Jamison’s interview before returning to the department. Since it was in between lunch and dinner, the restaurant was empty except for a group of four at a nearby table.
Katie was lost in thought, picking at her turkey sandwich. She reran Dr. Jamison’s answers and his reactions to her questions, but nothing seemed to indicate that he was lying. He appeared shocked by Emily’s death and hadn’t become increasingly agitated. His mood was more scared and confused, but there were hesitations, perhaps of something he didn’t want her to know.
“Katie?” said McGaven.
She looked up. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Is anything wrong?”
“No, just thinking about the interview with Dr. Jamison.”
“And?”
“We just seem to have a lot of information and it doesn’t seem to zero in on anyone specific. The evidence we have so far, his father’s real estate development business, the now abandoned area, and now Emily falling to her death. There’s too many… It seems…” She sighed and took another bite of her sandwich, washing it down with a drink of soda.
“Like it’s too convenient?” McGaven stated.
“It’s as if these vague things are to blind us from the truth. What I mean is, it’s weak evidence, but somehow done on purpose.”
“Someone is making it look like he’s guilty.”
Katie’s phone alerted her to an incoming text from John:
Linkage evidence found.
“What is it?” McGaven asked.
“John. More linkage. We need to get back to the lab.” She glanced at her phone and saw that she had missed three phone calls from Chad. Unfortunately, he would have to wait a little longer. She felt a twinge of guilt, but would make it up to him.
