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“You look familiar.”
“I have that kind of a face.”
Well, he had akindface. Not the hard-nosed look I generally associated with police officers—not that I knew many personally.
He tilted his head. “You look a little lost.”
“I am. My friend is here, and I’m hoping to find out how he’s doing.”
Seth eyed me. “We don’t have many civilians here right now.”
I held out my hand at about the level of my ear. “Around fifty. Dark-brown eyes, graying hair.” I swallowed. “Real sweetheart.”
“Oh yeah. He’s in an interrogation room with his lawyer. But you probably already knew that.”
I nodded.
“I can tell you there’s been a break in his case.”
“What?” I frowned. “He was found not guilty. What case?”
“Well, it’ll be in the newspapers soon. His husband turned up dead.”
“Ex-husband.”Right. Because that’s the most important part of this conversation.“How’d he die?” A long list flittered through my mind, and none were good.
Seth regarded me.
I held my ground.
“Car accident. Down in Mexico.”
“So Lorcan’s not a suspect.”Right. Focus on the positive.
“Hit and run.” His hazel eyes continued to scrutinize me.
Good luck, buddy. I didn’t do a doctorate in clinical psychology without learning how to hide my emotions.“So you’re thinking, what? That he flew down to Mexico and hit his ex? Hired someone to do it for him?”
“That has possibilities.”
I rolled my eyes. “Lorcan didn’t even know where his ex was—it would’ve been hard for him to hire someone.”
“He claims he didn’t know.” Seth cocked his head. “Friend, eh?”
I didn’t back down. “Good friend.”
He smiled. “Well, that’s good. Lorcan’s a good man, and he needs friends.”
I didn’t gape. Close…but didn’t.
Seth shrugged. “Look, my coworker, Colton, really doesn’t like yourfriend.” He blew out a breath. “He arrested Lorcan and has clung to him somehow being guilty. I was late to the party on this one. I followed the trial, and the evidence presented—I could see a way for Lorcan to be acquitted. Having good representation helped. A lot.”
“He didn’t do what they said.” I might’ve been wrong, of course. I didn’tknowLorcan was innocent. Just…in my bones I was absolutely certain. If Kennedy had asked me to explain myself, I would’ve struggled. Then my boss would’ve patted me on the shoulder and reminded me that I had good instincts. Not a single thing Lorcan had done over the past week had given me any hint that he might be a criminal mastermind. Or even a bumbling one.
“You’re probably right. I should tell you that Dorrie’s in the interrogation room as well.”
I tilted my head.
“Right. You’re too young to remember them. Corporal Dorrie Duhamel and Corporal Colton Pritchard. They tend to work sex crimes, but they do other stuff as well. I’ll share that usually Dorrie’s the hard ass and Colton’s great with most victims.”
