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He blows out a breath. “Fine. Let’s say I did get rid of the knife. What exactly am I supposed to tell people? They’re going to want to know how Cain Carter died.”
I pick my cuticles, recalling everything from last night. “He went home from the ball because he wasn’t feeling well. You can confirm that with Margaret. He liked to drink whiskey and light candles when he was stressed. You’re smart, Chief. I’m sure you can put all those pieces together and come up with something.”
He rubs his chin, pondering. “It doesn’t bode well for the department if we can’t solve cases…but I’ll figure something out.” He pins me with a look. “As long as you can assure me you’ll get rid of the pictures and stay away from my wife.”
I place my hand over my heart. “You have my word.”
But words don’t mean shit. Which is why you should always keep backup files.
I flutter my eyelashes. “And Damien will be released when?”
“Give me a few hours to get rid of the knife and clean everything up.”
I stand up and hold out my hand. “Thank you for your cooperation, Chief Trejo.”
His expression is dour as he shakes it. “Don’t mention it.”
“Just out of curiosity, does the name Kristy Miller ring a bell?” I ask when I reach the door.
“Yeah, I remember that case like it was yesterday.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “If you’re so worried about solving cases…you should know that she was i
He sighs. “If she was i
“Cain Carter.”