Sullivan?”
“I didn’t arrest her. The Johnson County DA is up for reelection, and he’s grandstanding. That doesn’t mean she didn’t kill him, but I wouldn’t have gone for the arrest until I had better evidence.”
“I thought it was your case. What happened?”
“I needed a search warrant for Pamela’s house. The DA had to get it for me because I’m out of my jurisdiction. We may have found something, and he decided to charge her with conspiracy to commit murder so he could hang on to the case.”
“Based on what?”
“We found a syringe and a vial of an unidentified substance. If it turns out to be insulin, he’ll claim she planned the murder in Johnson County, which gives him his conspiracy count.”
“What happens to the murder charge?”
“The crime was committed at the lake. We’ll charge her there and Kansas will extradite her so we can try her on the murder charge first. The DA still looks good when he ships her down to us.”
“Which gets me back to my first question. Do you think she did it?”
“He was cheating on her and she knew he had exposed her to HIV-not bad for a motive.”
“How did she find out that Sullivan was HIV positive?”
“Sullivan’s doctor, Charlie Morgenstern. Sullivan tested positive for HIV last year during his annual physical. He told me that he threatened to tell Pamela if Sullivan didn’t.”
“So she had a motive. What about the means?” Mason swatted away a bee that threatened to land on her sleeve. “Let’s walk.”
They brushed shoulders as they stood, letting the contact linger for an extra moment, smiling and admitting that they’d taken a small step.
“She’s been volunteering at a hospital, which means she could have had access to insulin. We’re checking it out. And she fed him his last supper, so she had the opportunity.”
“That doesn’t explain how she could have given him the insulin. I doubt if she sneaked up on him and stabbed him with the needle or talked him into letting her inject him with a fatal dose. Did you question her?”
“She’s watched a lot of TV. When we arrested her, she called you and didn’t say another word. How is she?”
“She’s actually quite well except she says that orange is not a good color on her.”
“Okay, I deserved that. Are you going to represent her?”
“No. That’s one case of malpractice I’m not going to commit. She’s talking with a friend of mine, B.J. Moore. He’s topflight. If she did it, why would she keep the vial of insulin lying around? She can’t be that stupid.”
“The jails are full of stupid criminals. That’s why cops have job security.”
He looked at her for some sign that she’d give him an honest answer to his next question, but he kept getting lost in her eyes.
“Do you have another question, Counselor?” she asked, grinning as if she could read his mind.
“Yeah,” he answered, clearing his throat and losing his nerve. “What are the odds that both named partners of a law firm under investigation by the Justice Department will be murdered within a week of each other in unrelated crimes?”
She lost her grin, glaring at him for an instant. “I thought of that, but there’s nothing to connect them. Pamela’s not strong enough to snap someone’s neck, and I don’t know of any reason she had to kill Harlan.”
“That’s my point. Maybe someone had a reason to kill both of them. That would exclude Pamela.”
“That’s the problem with you amateurs. How do you explain the syringe and the vial we found in her dresser drawer?” She couldn’t hold back a satisfied smile.
“How do you explain that there were break-ins at both homes?” He enjoyed her annoyed, tight-lipped response. “That’s the problem with you pros. You’re too smug. Pamela told me they had a break-in about a month ago.”
Their teasing had the familiar ring of a mating dance. They didn’t know each other well enough for serious emotions. But chemical reactions were as good a place to start as any.
“Don’t get cocky. I’ll follow up on the burglaries. If you’ve got any better suspects, you’d better tell me at dinner. If I don’t like them, you buy.”
“You’d better plan on a lengthy interrogation.”
“I warn you, Counselor, I’m very persuasive.”
She gave him a long, promising look before returning to the jail. He rode that look all the way back downtown.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Angela was planted at the receptionist’s desk, reviewing bills between phone calls, when Mason arrived at the office.
“How’s the radio traffic and troop movements?” he asked.
“Vic Jr. left with Scott about ten minutes after you did.”
“That kid is like a pimple on your butt. He’d be a lot less irritating if you could just squeeze him until he popped. Where’s Sandra?”
“Locked in on thirty-one.”
Mason took the stairs two at a time. Sandra was leaning back in a chair, feet up on the conference room table, staring out the window. He sat next to her, propping his feet alongside hers.
“Your eyes look fixed and dilated.”
She turned to him, frowning. “And you are positively glowing; hardly the look of a man whose partners are being picked off one by one. Tell me, Lou, is it her uniform or her handcuffs that have turned you to jelly?”
Mason laughed with none of the nonchalance he wished he had. “I’ll let you know when we get past the initial frisking. We’re having dinner tonight.”
“Does this mean you’re going to stand me up again this weekend? I’ll wear a uniform too if that will help.”
He was still trying to figure out Sandra’s interest in him. Mason was willing to believe that any woman could be attracted to him, but Sandra wasn’t on his list of Most Likely to Swoon. Maybe a murder investigation was the key to her heart. He enjoyed the attention, but Sandra had an air about her that said “look before you leap.” Still, the leap was very tempting.
“Come on, Sandra. Things have gotten pretty crazy around here lately. I don’t know if I’m coming or going.”
“Well, I definitely recommend coming before going.”
“Yeah, well, that’s good advice, but we better sort out this firm scandal before we start on the next one.”
Mason walked behind her, forcing her to change positions. She made him wait but finally put her feet down and swiveled her chair toward him. He gave her the rundown on the charges against Pamela.
“And she wanted you to represent her?”
“Until I told her I couldn’t and introduced her to B.J. Moore.”
“Just as well. Mooning over the finest sheriff from the Ozarks in front of the jury would look bad.”
“Okay, okay! Our partners are being knocked off like Kewpie dolls on the midway while gorgeous women beat a path to my door. I don’t know why the fantasy has to be screwed up by the nightmare.”
“Sometimes that’s the difference between dreaming the fantasy and living it.”
“So, you’re a philosopher and a tease. A combination not found in every law firm.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Believe me, it is. I like you. You’re smart, you’re tough, and your legs make it very hard to concentrate. But there’s only so much I can deal with at one time. Let’s stay on track and figure out the rest when this is over.”
“Well, I’ll consider that a ‘not now’ instead of a ‘no.’ Fair enough?”
“Fair enough. So where are we?”
