“I know you will. It’s what you do.”
“It’s more than that, Savannah. It’s who I am. I’m tough on the bad guys, and if any of my friends are involved, I’m going to be even harder on them.”
WHEN WE GOT BACK TO POLICE HEADQUARTERS, I was still happy about Zach’s rare public display of affection.
But the second we got off the elevator, that happiness vanished in an instant.
Something bad was happening in front of the task force room, and I wasn’t sure if even my husband was going to be able to fix it.
Chapter 17
“STEP OUT OF THE WAY OR I’LL HAVE YOU THROWN OFF the force,” Davis was yelling when we hurried to him. Steve Sanders was standing his ground, and so far neither one of them had seen us.
“The Chief said that no one goes inside without him.”
“I’m the only chief of police around here,” Davis roared.
“What’s going on?” Zach asked. He hadn’t shouted, but there was an edge to his words that neither man could ignore. My husband might not have still been the acting chief, but he hadn’t lost that edge of authority in his voice.
“Good, you’re here,” Davis said, much calmer than he had spoken before. “You need to let me in this room, and I mean right now. I don’t know how you got Sanders to defy me, but I’ll see that he pays for it.”
“You told me I could have any assistant I wanted,” Zach said. “I chose Steve. Nobody can have two bosses, Davis. You can’t just overrule me like this, not after giving me autonomy on this case.”
“You work for me, too. Remember?”
“If you’re going to act like this, maybe that’s not such a good idea anymore.” Zach turned to me. “Come on, Savannah. We’re going home.”
“Back to the hotel?”
“No, to Parson’s Valley. It appears that I’ve just been fired.”
“You quit,” Davis said, his voice a whine now.
“Call it what you will. But I won’t have you trying to impede my active investigation.”
We were at the elevator when Davis came to us. “I’m sorry,” he said softly.
“What was that?” Zach asked.
“I said I was sorry,” Davis repeated, clearly not at all happy about having to do it. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”
“Are you saying that it’s my investigation? No matter what happens?”
He shrugged. “That’s what we hired you to do.”
“Then I need to interview you,” Zach said.
“About what?”
“The murders.”
“THAT’S NOT FUNNY, ZACH,” DAVIS SAID.
“Do I look like I’m laughing? We can do this now, or I can wait until you take the time to get an attorney.”
Davis shook his head. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Completely.”
“I don’t need an attorney. Ask away.”
“Not out here.”
We headed toward the task force room, and I saw that Steve Sanders was grinning, though I wasn’t sure the other men saw it.
“Go downstairs until I call you,” Zach told him, and Steve looked disappointed as he started for the elevator. With all that my husband had on his mind, he’d still seen that grin.
In a softer voice, he said, “Savannah, you shouldn’t be here, either.”
I was about to protest when Davis said, “I don’t have anything to hide. She can stay.”
Zach shrugged, and I took it as an engraved invitation.
Once we were inside, Zach and Davis took seats at one of the tables, and I found a spot where I could watch them both and hear everything that was said, but still be out of the line of fire.
Zach pulled out his notebook, scanned it for a few moments, and then dove right in. “How well did you know Hank Tristan?”
“We had several mutual friends in the community,” Davis said.
Zach pushed his chair away and stood. “If you’re not going to be completely honest with me, there’s no need for us to have this conversation.”
“What are you talking about?” Davis looked clearly puzzled by my husband’s behavior.
“You were more than acquaintances,” Zach said. “You were business partners.”
