was silent for a while, then said, “Now imagine if you didn’t have people on the outside who loved you and wanted you to be free. Imagine if you’d been stuck in that disgusting place the rest of your life. I am the only one standing between Kelly and that fate. He doesn’t deserve what he got. He doesn’t deserve what you got.”
Ah, hell, she was crying. Before, she’d shown him only anger. That he could deal with. But the tears?
“I’m sorry, Bree. I know it has to be hell for you. But I did what I believe is the right thing.” Except, perhaps, for telling Daniel that huge lie. Daniel was not a man to be lightly crossed. If he ever found out, the results wouldn’t be pretty. But Eric would face the consequences if he really believed Kelly was harmless. Unfortunately, that just wasn’t the case.
Bree said nothing, just dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. Eric couldn’t think of one thing to say that might comfort her. For a guy known for his facility with words—one of the reasons he’d joined the legal profession—he was remarkably unskilled at saying the right thing when he was with Bree.
* * *
“NOT THIS AGAIN.” Becker County sheriff Bobby DeVille was a caricature of a bumbling but corrupt local cop. In fact, he had more than a passing resemblance to Jackie Gleason as he’d appeared in Smokey and the Bandit. So far he’d been barely civil to Bree, and he’d shaken Eric’s hand only with obvious reluctance. “How many times am I going to have to listen to this story?”
“I have new information,” Bree said in a calm, neutral voice. Eric admired her control. “Philomene’s phone was stolen. It turned up in the possession of a drug dealer.”
“And how did you come across this information?” the sheriff asked.
“The drug dealer’s mother found the phone and started calling the recently called numbers to find out whose it was.” This was the story Bree and Eric had agreed on, rather than implicating Mitch in what had obviously been some kind of illegal access to phone records. “It’s sounding more like Philomene met with foul play, right?”
“Do you know how many cell phones get stolen in a day?”
“Sheriff DeVille,” Eric began, “I know you don’t have the resources to chase down every person who leaves town without telling someone where they’re going. But a number of factors grouped together like this—”
“Save me your big-word lawyer speech,” the sheriff said tiredly. “Find me some blood. Or find her car abandoned someplace. Then I might think about suspecting foul play. But Philomene Switzer isn’t some innocent kid. She has a checkered past—been arrested a time or two.”
“Not for a long time,” Bree objected. “She’s worked so hard to straighten out her life. She had a good job, an apartment—”
“And a boyfriend who’d run up her credit cards.” The sheriff raised one eyebrow. “I see I’ve surprised you. I’m not as ill-informed as you seem to think. It’s entirely possible she disappeared to avoid paying her debts.”
“You’re right,” Bree said, sounding just short of defeated. “I didn’t know that.”
“What does this boyfriend look like?” Eric asked. “Maybe he’s the one we saw at her apartment Wednesday night.”
“I got a picture of him. He’s not exactly a stranger here.” The sheriff disappeared but returned shortly with an old-fashioned mug book. God, was the sheriff’s department not even computerized? How could any modern law enforcement agency survive without access to the NCIC database? Or AFIS, to run fingerprints through?
DeVille flipped a couple of pages in the book until he found what he wanted. “There. Jerrod Crowley.”
Bree and Eric both bent their heads over the book. They were so close that Eric felt her hair brush against his ear as it fell across her cheek. He could smell her. A certain part of his anatomy stirred and he jumped. The sensation was both familiar and alien—alien because it had been so long since he’d let a woman do this to him.
Why her? Why now?
“Is that the guy?” Bree asked.
Eric forced himself to concentrate on the mug shot of Jerrod Crowley. Large build, straggly medium-length brown hair, fair skin. “It could be him. I’m not a hundred percent sure—he ran by really fast.”
“Was he wearing overalls?” the sheriff asked.
“Yeah. How did you know that?”
“’Cause that’s all Jerrod Crowley ever wears. Musta been him, then. Came over for a booty call, found the place deserted and decided to see what he could steal.”
“Or he did something to her.” Bree’s hard-fought-for calm had deserted her. “Aren’t you even going to question him?”
“Please. Crowley doesn’t have the brains or the drive to commit a murder and then conceal it. He tried to steal a car once.” The sheriff burst out laughing. “What an effing joke that was.”
“But he might know something,” Bree insisted. “He might have seen something.”
“If I run across him, I’ll have a chat,” the sheriff said mildly. “Anything else?”
Bree and Eric exchanged a look. She wanted him to play the Daniel card, but he honestly couldn’t figure out a way to work it into the conversation.
“Well, maybe Daniel Logan will talk to him,” Bree said. “Eric works for him, you know. Mr. Logan is very interested in the Kelly Ralston case and everything associated with it, including Philomene.”
Eric took a sharp breath. What was Bree doing?
“Am I supposed to know who this Logan fella is?” the sheriff asked.
“Daniel Logan. The oil billionaire, runs Logan Energy?”
The sheriff shrugged one of his massive shoulders. “Means nothing to me.”
“He’s a very powerful man,” Bree said. “He’s personal friends with the governor.”
“Well, if he comes here throwing his weight around, I’ll tell him the same thing I told you. No sign of foul play, no investigation. He’s welcome to look into it all he wants.”
“Sheriff DeVille—Philomene wanted to recant her testimony about Kelly. She said she felt pressured to identify him in the lineup. What if the real murderer—”
“I don’t want to hear this crap!” the sheriff exploded.
“Now, wait a minute,” Eric objected. “You can’t talk to your constituents that way.”
“Oh, really? In my office, I can talk any way I damn well please. Now get out, both of you. Before I find something to charge you with.”
“Fine,” Bree said tightly. “But when she turns up dead, it’ll be on you.”
Eric held his tongue until they were outside. “Bree! I thought we agreed we weren’t going to lie about Daniel’s involvement.”
“I didn’t. Well, not exactly. Daniel was very interested in Kelly’s case. Until you ruined that.”
“I’ll only warn you once more. Daniel will not take kindly to anyone using his name without permission. He’ll come after you.”
“So you never intended to play the Daniel card at all?”
“If I had, I’d do it without crossing the line. Which you left far behind in your rearview mirror.”
She challenged him with her blue-eyed laser stare, but he didn’t back down. He was right about this, and she needed to understand about Daniel, for her own good.
Finally she looked away. “Okay. Maybe I got a little carried away. Didn’t matter anyway. DeVille was completely immune to the