Beckett (Robinson Destruction #4) - Kathi S. Barton Page 0,42

him what she was doing. “That’s good. Working with some of the local agencies is really good. You never know when you might need them.”

“That’s pretty much what Tru and Rogan said. I guess we’ll see.” She looked over her notes again, lining things up that she had written down from the police report. Mr. Grant she had put in his house, where he claimed he’d been, as a small stick figure that she had decided worked as well as anything else. There wasn’t a person in the van, only a head that had been made by her. “Okay, what do you see?”

“I see that there isn’t any way that Grant could see the face of the man in the car.” She said that was only part of what she was looking for. “I’m not even sure if you’re asking me how he was able to see into the other yard at all. If you look from his position, you can clearly see that the fencing is in his way.”

It wasn’t fencing, but a brick barrier. Honeywell had put it in his yard the first year they lived in this place to keep his flowers safe from the kids along the sidewalk. Taking a step back from the entire thing, she could also see that the man across the street wouldn’t have been able to even see the side of the van, where he said the kid had been. His entire claim was wrong.

“A child is still dead, but this man’s claim of the father doing it and him seeing him is bogus.” Allie looked over her notes and then at the scene again. Picking up the phone, she went out on a limb and called the coroner for the state. “I’m working on this case for Mr. Honeywell’s attorney, Mr. Glass, and I’m wondering if the young victim could have been hit someplace else and then made his way to the family home?”

“I was just about to call you, Agent. I’ve had some of the officers here go out and do some measuring for me. There isn’t any way the Honeywell vehicle would have done the damage to the young boy. First of all, he would have had to have been going about sixty when he was hit to have done the kind of damage that was done. You were correct, I’m thinking too, in that young Honeywell was thrown, not run over. Also, the Honeywell bumper doesn’t line up with the boy’s leg injuries. We’re looking into what sort of cars might well be the one it could be.” She told him what she thought. “Grant? Well, he is pushing this through pretty hard. And from what I can tell, there…. Let me send an officer from here to his home and have a look at his car. I think that might be the best way to settle this in both our minds.”

After she hung up, she felt better about this entire scene. She’d leave this one set up, in the event there were any questions about it, and moved to the next table. Allie loved having this much work to do. It kept her busy and also kept her mind off things that she didn’t want to think about right now.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She glanced at Beck, then went back to work. “You’ve been stressing out about something since last night. Why don’t you tell me so you can work through it? I promise you, I will only listen unless you ask me a question.”

“It really doesn’t have a great deal to do with me. A little, mind you, but not nearly like it does for Tru. Her kids being hurt when I was at the school.” Beck told her he knew about it. “Yes, well, she found out yesterday that the school board is going to rehire the people she had arrested. Some of them are still pending a trial, but according to the information she got yesterday, their jobs are being held for them for when they return. Even with the threat of her not supporting the school anymore, they said that it’s fine; they’ll just get other supporters. Then, when she threatened them with a lawsuit that would hit the papers, he pointed out to her that she couldn’t do that according to her contract with the school.”

“What is it that you want us to do?” She turned to him, wondering how she’d gotten so lucky to have someone like