Page 27 of Fatal Intent
“You can try. You won’t get far with that tactic. I’ve already spoken to your lieutenant. He’s aware of the time constraint my operatives are under. He assured me of your full understanding and cooperation.”
The detectives stared.
Grant wanted to laugh but held it back. Wouldn’t win him any favors. The last thing you wanted to do was play chicken with Maddox. The boss won every single time.
Sanders turned his attention to Rayne. “What about you, Ms. Weatherly? Were you aware that Dante Rivers was staying at The Jade Hotel?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“Where were you from midnight to four this morning?”
“In bed asleep. And yes, before you ask, I was alone.”
“Do you also have a security system?”
“Of course. It’s mandatory for all employees of Fortress Security.”
“Does Fortress monitor your system as well?”
“Yes.”
“We want the footage from ten until six.”
“Already requested it,” Maddox said. “The footage should be here soon.”
Conner and Sanders turned back to Rayne. “Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider your answer, Ms. Weatherly?”
She blinked. “I do not. Why?”
“We believe you visited Dante Rivers in his hotel room not long before he died.”
“That’s impossible. I don’t know who visited Dante, but it certainly wasn’t me. My security footage will corroborate my alibi.”
“Security footage can be altered to fit your story.”
“Not by me. I’m not a computer geek. I can barely work my security system, much less manipulate it to cover my absence.”
“We have only your word for that.”
“It’s up to you to prove otherwise.”
Conner rolled his eyes. “You work for Fortress.”
“That’s been established already.”
“You know people who can create a loop so we would never know you left your home before you said you did.”
“I know a few people with those skills,” she admitted. “However, I didn’t ask anyone to help me cover my tracks because I had no reason to do it.”
“Again, we won’t be taking your word for that. We’ll judge the accuracy of the footage for ourselves.”
She inclined her head. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
“Clock’s ticking,” Maddox said, voice barely above a growl.
