up with the other techs as they began fanning out through my home.
I didn’t bother to drag myself up from the floor until I heard Ben’s vehicle back out of the driveway then speed away, taking my entire reason for living with it.
CHAPTER 5:
“This isn’t good,” Jackie’s voice hummed from the earpiece of the phone.
Our attorney had patiently listened to me as I relayed to her the story of Felicity’s arrest, interrupting me only when necessary to ask for clarification on particular facts. Then, following a proverbial pregnant pause at the end of my diatribe, those three words were all she said. Unfortunately, they were far from what I wanted to hear.
Jackie had a habit of thinking out loud, and I’m certain that the comment was nothing more than her rhetorically voicing her thoughts. However, I was still at least five notches beyond pissed off, not to mention the fact that a handful of crime scene technicians were turning my house into a disaster area all around me as I stood there. Therefore, I was really in no mood for listening to someone tell me something I already knew. Especially when it wasn’t helping to fix the problem.
“No fucking shit,” I spat into the handset. “Are you billing me for that? Because I already had it figured out on my own.”
“Okay,” she returned, far more calmly than I expected. “The first thing you need to do, Rowan, is settle down. Biting people’s heads off isn’t going to help the situation. Especially when the head you’re biting off is mine. I’m on your side, remember?”
“Yeah, well you’ll have to excuse me. I’m still trying to pry a knife out of my back that was put there by someone else who was supposed to be on my side.”
“Your friend the cop? The one who arrested Felicity?”
“I wouldn’t exactly call him my friend. Not now. Not after this.”
“You might need to take a step back and look at it from a different perspective, Rowan.”
“I’m not so sure that there is another perspective on this.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she replied. “Think about this. You’re in a big city where they usually frown on having police officers arresting their friends. You aren’t in a small town where everyone knows everyone else, and there’s no choice in the matter. It would be better for the department to avoid a conflict of interest like this.”
“Yeah, so what’s your point?”
“My point is that your friend probably had to pull some major strings to be allowed to make the arrest rather than allowing someone else to take her in. He most likely saw what he was doing as a favor.”
My reply was so sharply edged with sarcasm I’m surprised I didn’t cut my own tongue. “Yeah, some favor.”
“I suspect he was trying to spare you from the anguish of having strangers show up and haul Felicity away.”
I stayed silent for a moment and thought about what she had just said. I finally replied, “Well, I guess he did make it a point to repeatedly tell her not to say a word. The other cop with him wasn’t real excited about that at all.”
“You need to give your friend some credit, Rowan. I’m sure he was only doing what he thought was best for his friends, given the situation,” Her statement was punctuated by an electromechanical “ding” in the background then the hollow quality that had surrounded her voice disappeared. I could hear a droning background noise and assumed she must have just stepped from the elevator in her office building and was on her way past the decorative waterfall in the lobby.
“Maybe,” I replied. “But, this is wrong and he knows it.”
“Yes, I’m sure that he does. But, obviously she was going to be arrested anyway given the fact that a warrant was issued. So, who would you rather have had do it?”
I didn’t think she really wanted an answer to the question so I just grunted.
“Now, the reason I said this isn’t good is the fact that they even had a warrant to begin with and that they came and got her on a Friday.”
“What’s that got to do with it?”
“Well, first off arrest warrants aren’t typically issued on felony cases if there is probable cause. Especially where violent crime is concerned. The arrest is simply made and the charges get filed. The warrant is just paperwork that happens during the process as a matter of course.
“Someone is definitely dotting I’s and crossing T’s on this one. Being very cautious and official about it. So, that tells me one of two things. One, they don’t have much of a case so they are playing it by the book…”
“That’s a good thing, right?” I interrupted hopefully, a sudden brightness in my voice.
“If that’s the case, yes,” she answered then proceeded to extinguish my momentary glow. “However, it could also mean that they are pretty certain they have a smoking gun, and they’re just being careful because of their long time affiliation with you as a consultant.
“Either way, one thing is perfectly clear. She is no longer simply under investigation. She’s been moved up from person of interest to prime suspect.”
“Damn.”
“Of course, we won’t know for sure what is going on until I can get there and get a read on the situation.”
“Whatever it is, the one behind it has got to be Albright,” I mumbled. “She’s a bureaucrat with a badge and she hates both of us. She’s tried to pull stunts before, and I can just about guarantee you she’ll do whatever it takes to make this stick.”
“Well, whoever it is, they’re playing for keeps. Warrants aren’t issued on whims. They’ve got something they think is damaging, or she wouldn’t be in custody right now.”
“Okay, so what about it being Friday? What’s up with that?”
“The courts are closed over the weekend, Rowan, and it’s…” she paused for a moment. “…It’s already after two in the afternoon. Given the nature of the arrest, I seriously doubt I’m going to be able to do much in the way of getting an emergency bail hearing. Unless there was a bail amount on the arrest warrant already.”
“I don’t remember seeing one.”
“I’m not surprised. It would be pretty much unheard of in a homicide case, and with this being a high profile double murder charge…so, anyway, what it all means is that I’m afraid Felicity is going to be spending the weekend, at the very least, in jail. To be honest, Rowan, probably longer. Bail in a homicide case like this is going to be unlikely, and even on the off chance we can get it set, it will be exorbitant.”
“I don’t care. I’ve got money.”
“We could be talking millions, Rowan, and even though you’ll only need ten percent in cash, it could mount up.”
“I can cash in our IRA’s if I have to.”
“I understand, but remember it could all be a moot point. Like I said, bail might not even be an option depending on what they have.”
“Dammit!” I spat. “You aren’t telling me what I need to hear.”
“Actually, yes I am. I’m just not telling you what you want to hear.”
“Yeah. Okay. Fine. So what now?”
“Now, I need to ask you a question.”
“What?”
“You aren’t going to like it.”
“Yeah, so why should my day suddenly start getting better?” I returned sarcastically. “What’s the question?”
I heard her take in a deep breath, and a second later she hit me with the last thing I expected. “Is Felicity guilty? Did she kill those men?”
“Hell no! How can you ask me that?! What happened to being on my side?!”
“It’s my job, Rowan. I have to know what I’m up against and whom I’m defending. You’re absolutely certain
