Page 55 of Watch Me
We continued walking to the exit. I stopped just outside the doors causing Reagan and April to stop too. “April, can you give us a minute?”
“Sure.” She smiled and walked a few feet away out ofearshot.
“Everything okay?” Reaganasked.
“I wanted to tell you that I’m not sure what time I’ll be home tonight.”
“I understand.”
“It’s not just because of the case. I’m going to stop by Jessica’s.”
Her emerald eyes widened. “You are?”
“It’s Wednesday.”
“But the protection order.”
I rolled my eyes. “No paper is going to keep me from my boys.” Especially now that I had new suspicions that Jessica might be behind everything. I didn’t know how she had gained access to Reagan’s place, how she knew where she lived, or anything, and that was why I needed to talk to her face to face. I needed to read her. I’d know if she was lying or hiding anything because I had been married to her for almost tenyears.
“Can’t you go to jail or something?”
“That won’t happen.”
“Are you sure?”
“Just—trust me.”
“Okay.” She gave a small smile. “Who’s my detail tonight?”
“Braeden.”
“Officer Belt’s wife isn’t going to be happy.”
I grinned. I was sure she and Jessica had a great conversation at school drop-off about Braeden’s time with Reagan. “No, she probably won’t.”
Reagan and April left, and I waited for Shawn outside the doors to the administration building again. I didn’t have to wait long before he walked around the corner. “Well?”
“Heather said she packed the plaque and Amy’s mom took it when they boxed up all of Amy’s belongings.”
“Did you get an address?”
He nodded. “I did, but she lives in Washington.”
“Shit,” I groaned. I didn’t have the file in front of me, and we were talking about something we’d searched a month beforehand, so I’dforgotten.
“Yeah, and Heather said she never saw the plaque until she was boxing up Amy’s stuff.”
“So, he leaves the plaqueafterhe kills them?”
“He has to be.”
“That makes no sense when it comes to Reagan.” I wasn’t going to tell him about my conversation with April. It wasn’t because I wanted to hide anything from my partner; I trusted him with my life. But if Jessica was behind everything, I wanted to know for sure before I did tellShawn.
“I know. I’m going to call Amy’s mom and see if she’ll mail it to us. Then we can dust it for prints.” The chain of custody had been broken, given that the crime scene had been released, and Heather had gone back home to pack up and move.
“And have her check for a number on the back,” I reminded him. Wooden objects weren’t the best to get fingerprints from, but at this point, since we had nothing, I wanted to see if we could recover anything that wasn’t Heather’s or Amy’s parents’ DNA.
“Yeah, I’ll try her now.”
