That got my attention. My head jerked to Toby. “Someone else was here?”
“Not necessarily. The amount of the second contribution is small, almost like transfer.”
“So, in theory, Brock got into it with someone before coming here.”
“Yeah.”
It was time to retrace Brock’s last steps.
I stood outside the interview room, looking in at the sea of people. I wanted to talk with Declan Thompson because, according to Harry Kemp, Brock and he got into it at the garage only minutes before Ashley Callahan called him to come home. It wasn’t just Declan who showed, but a small army of lawyers and his parents. What the fuck? It was just a follow up conversation. We weren’t looking at him for anything. Fucking rich people.
I let them wait, as I went through what we knew from that day. Brock left Cedar Walker at school to work on a project. He was coming back to pick her up after his shift. Declan arrived at the garage, he and Brock fought about Cedar, which resulted in Brock taking a swing at him. Harry broke it up; Declan left, and the phone at the garage rang shortly after. Harry answered it. It was Ashley Callahan, asking for Brock to come home, and according to Brock, she had sounded scared. So it was likely she had been at the house, unless she’d called from her cell. What seemed pretty clear was Ashley had been used to lure Brock home, where his father was waiting with a gun. Not self-defense. So what the hell did Kenneth Callahan have to say to his kid that required he greet him with a gun?
I put that thought on hold and walked into the interview room.
“Unacceptable making us wait this long,” one of the lawyers whined as I closed the door.
They were here, the suits, because the Thompsons refused to give Declan’s DNA. Not that I asked for it because we weren’t looking at Declan for Kenneth’s murder. We just wanted details on what happened with Brock, leading up to the murder. Only reason you’d want to keep your kid’s prints and DNA out of the system was if you had grand plans for him. He was a prick; he’d make a great politician.
“Didn’t ask for any of you to be here and it’s an active investigation. Shit happens.” I pulled out the chair and dropped down into it. I didn’t look at anyone but Declan. He was an entitled little shit. Knew the type, wasn’t a fan. There was that color coming into the investigation, but I was only human.
“Tell me about your visit to Brock on the day in question,” I said.
He leaned back in his chair and grinned. “We had a disagreement over a girl.”
“Details. Who was the girl?”
“Cedar Walker. Brock was seeing her, but I didn’t think she was good enough for him.”
Good enough for him? Who the fuck put that thought in his head, because an eighteen-year-old sure as hell wouldn’t think that. “You visited Brock that day. Why?”
There was a smugness about him when he said, “Come on, Detective, you can figure that out. He had her. I wanted her.”
What a prick. So he was discouraging his friend to get the girl for himself? Something felt off, but my thoughts detoured to Cedar and how I had to tell her about her parents, the devastation on her face, the pain behind her eyes and then chasing that horrific news with her boyfriend killing his father. Poor kid. I knew her parents. She was just like her mom. Truth be told, I’d had a little crush on Sage Ward Walker, so I understood the appeal of the daughter.
“Brock took exception,” I said.
“Yeah. He took a swing, I hit back.”
Dustin Thompson, who I always thought looked like a fucking turtle, chimed in, “We want to press charges.”
Brock was looking at first-degree murder, and this prick wanted to add assault to the list because his prick of a kid had purposely taunted Brock. Asshole. “Yeah, I’ll make a note of that.”
“He needs to be held accountable. Where’s the investigation?” Dustin demanded.
“It’s ongoing, so I can’t talk about it.” I dismissed Dustin and looked back at his kid. “If you think of anything else…” I handed him my card. “Call me.”
Then I walked out of the room, desperately wanting a shower to get the fucking slime off. It was a murder case; the DA was going to be up my ass about getting the conviction. First, we needed the suspect, but if I was being honest, I wasn’t too eager to find the kid. If I gave him enough time, and he was as smart as I thought, he’d get lost. It wouldn’t be the first unsolved murder in New York and sure as shit wouldn’t be the last.
Chapter Eleven
Brock
Six months later
I moved around a lot, never staying in one place too long. I didn’t know why Dax and the Iron Guardians were helping me, but I wouldn’t have stayed off the grid as long as I had without their help.
For me, it was like my life stopped that night. The events burned into my brain. I could think of nothing else. I didn’t regret killing my father. He had it coming. What I did regret, what downright broke me, was the accident we passed; it had been Cedar’s parents. They had died coming to my aid. They were in that car, at that intersection, because I called them. Cedar hadn’t just lost me; she lost her parents on the same night, and it was my fault. I’d never forgive myself for that. As much as I wanted her, wanted the life we’d gotten a glimpse of, I’d taken her parents. She was alone now because of me. If she knew, she’d hate me, and I wouldn’t blame her.
There were times when I
