heeded the advice, relying on the instincts she’d learned to trust after ten years in law enforcement. Gideon wasn’t budging on his story, not today, anyway, and forcing the subject right now would only cause him to clam up. So despite the reluctance seizing her body, she pasted a smile on her face and leaned forward to shut off the tape recorder.
“Okay, then. Thanks for your time, Mr. Gideon.” Rising from the sofa, she extended a hand, trying not to cringe when Gideon’s beefy hand gripped hers, his dirty fingernails digging into her palm.
“So you’re sending the bastard to jail, right?” Gideon muttered as he walked her to the front door.
“We’re still investigating,” she corrected. “And I may want to speak with you again, if that’s all right with you.”
His shoulders stiffened. “Why?”
“Just in case I need some more details, you know, about Mr. Donovan’s reputation around town, or to answer any other questions that arise.”
“I’d be happy to help,” Gideon said.
A satisfied gleam entered his eyes, and she knew she’d played her cards right. She had to make him think she needed his help to railroad Cole, which Gideon seemed intent on doing. But the defensive flicker of mistruth she’d glimpsed on his face during the interview refused to leave her mind. He’d lied to her about something.
And she was determined to find out what he was hiding.
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