“The one she used for everyday things,” Burke said. “And the one she used for her secret things. Like talking to her lover or talking to her drug dealer.”
“I am sure the murderer got rid of her phone because he was hiding all the evidence that could link her to him,” Robin said. “But I bet he didn’t know she had two phones. I searched her room again, and this time I managed to locate it. I gave it to IT, and we finally have the evidence we need.”
“This is good,” Burke said. “This is very good. We have the evidence we need. We have evidence that he was dating her and that he met her on the night of the murder.”
“We need to go after him,” Robin said. “We need to report this to the Captain and start investigating him. Bring him in for an interrogation, see what his alibi is and whether we can break it down.” Robin said.
Burke looked uncomfortable, and Andrews scuffled his feet awkwardly.
“What?” she asked.
“We can’t go after him,” Burke said. “He is too powerful. If we do anything, he is going to have our jobs.”
“I don’t believe this,” Robin whispered. “Really? You are going to act like this?”
“Robin, I know you are happy that we have so much evidence against Danvers,” he said. “But that’s not necessarily a good thing. If we do anything about this, it puts a target on our back.”
“What are you talking about? You can’t let someone like him dictate justice.” She was starting to feel furious now. “We need to interrogate him! We need to start an official investigation–.”
“No, we can’t,” Burke said. “He is too well connected. He will just get us in trouble.”
“So, you are not going to go after him just because you are scared?” Robin asked, getting angry. “Five years ago, he killed Kyle’s wife, and no one dared to stand up to him, and most likely a few days ago, he killed someone else. God knows how many other people he has killed. And, justice will not be served because there were people like you, too afraid to say or do anything!”
“Robin, wait!” he shouted, but Robin ignored him and stormed off. It didn’t matter if anyone else joined her or not. She was going to have her answers, one way or another.
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“I don’t understand why you are here,” he said, with a sneer on his face.
Robin looked at Danvers, observing him. He looked rather handsome in his fine suit and devilish good looks. Money and fame suited him, and she could see how he managed to charm women so well.
“We are here because you were positively identified by Mrs. Cartwright, the landowner of the building, where you hired the taxi driver,” Robin said.
He threw his head back and laughed loudly, and Robin raised an eyebrow, wondering what was so funny.
“So now it’s a crime to go visit a friend?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with something evil.
“No, but that man was found dead a few days later,” She said. “Can I ask what your business was with that man?”
He shrugged, still looking at them with that know-it-all smile.
“Mr. Danvers,” she said. “The man you interacted with was known for discreet transportation. People hired him when they wanted to get around the city without being noticed. It was a rather unique profession. Did you hire this man for any of your needs?”
“Why would I hire him? I have all the money in the world,” he said. “What do I need to hide?”
“Can you tell us where you were on the night the murder occurred?” Robin asked, starting to feel angry at this cocky man. Here he was, without a care in the world, while Kyle was still suffering because of his actions.
“How would I know? I don’t remember. I am a rather busy man,” he said.
“I think you do know,” Robin whispered. “Just like you knew where you were five years ago, on the night that Rose Grange was killed.”
His face darkened, and he glared at her.
“I am not saying another word without my lawyer,” he said, standing up. “Now, I suggest you leave.”
Robin was shown out of there, and before she could make way to her car, her phone rang.
“Robin, it’s Burke,” The voice said on the other side. “The Captain wants to see you.”
Chapter Seventeen
“I just got a call, Detective Matthews,” the Captain said, pacing around his office. “Mr. Danvers called, telling me about one of my Detectives who was going around accusing him of murder.”
“I have evidence,” she said. “I have a witness who is willing to testify that she saw him enter the building to meet the taxi driver. I have his conversations where he was texting the Mayor’s daughter and was in a relationship with her. There is enough evidence to at least warrant an investigation.”
“I decide when there is enough evidence,” he snarled. “I decide when we interrogate a criminal. And I decide when we go after a man as powerful as Danvers! I thought I made myself clear, Detective Matthews. If you step even a toe out of line, I will have you by your throat. Understand?”
“Sir, with all due respect,” she said. “I did nothing wrong. That man is a criminal, and now I have evidence that could prove it.”
“Enough!” he shouted. “I will not
