but I’m not going to take him—it would destroy Sean if Jesse saw him in jail.”
Her head began to ache.
“Agent Kincaid?”
A tall cop walked in. Plainclothes, forties, blond with blue eyes.
“Yes.”
“I’m Detective John Banner, with the Houston Police Department.”
She stared at his outstretched hand and didn’t shake it.
“Aren’t you supposed to be interviewing my husband about now?”
“I wanted to supervise the search. We’re leaving now, and I apologize for the disturbance—”
“Just cut the crap, Detective,” she said. “You can go.”
He looked at her, unfazed by her comment. “We have what we need. As your lawyer can tell you, you’ll be asked to come down for questioning. We can do it here, in San Antonio, for your convenience.”
“I’ll be in Houston this afternoon to pick up my husband.”
“That won’t happen.”
“I’ll have his bail ready. I’m already working on it.” She wasn’t, but knew that RCK would be. They had resources that she didn’t have and probably knew more about Sean’s finances than she did.
“We’re keeping him in custody over the weekend.”
“You can’t do that.”
“We are.”
“I need to see my husband.”
“I can arrange that this weekend. He’ll be at the main jail.”
“There is no reason to keep him over the weekend.”
“I have seventy-two hours to arraign him, and I’m going to take every minute. He’s a flight risk.”
“He has family here. A son. A wife. A business.”
“And he’s a cybersecurity expert who would know exactly how to disappear if he wanted to.”
“He’s not going to run. He’s going to fight back because he’s innocent and I don’t—”
Garrett cleared his throat and said, “My client would like to see her husband tonight. As a courtesy, I hope you can make that happen.”
Banner looked from Lucy to Garrett, and then back to Lucy.
“I have your contact information. We’ll see.”
He looked at his watch. “I need to go, but one word of advice, Agent Kincaid: I’ve done my research. I know who you are, I know who your friends are. Stay out of my case. I would not have arrested your husband if I didn’t have solid evidence of his guilt, and if I find out that you’re interfering, I’ll arrest you for obstruction of justice.”
“Threats are unnecessary, Detective,” Garrett said.
Lucy fumed.
“Sean is innocent, and your evidence is shit,” she snapped.
“I don’t arrest the innocent,” he said without blinking, then turned and walked away.
Lucy stepped forward and Garrett grabbed her arm, holding her back.
“Going after him isn’t going to help,” Garrett said.
“He’s a fucking asshole,” she said, not caring if Banner heard her. Took a deep breath. She didn’t sound like herself. “I need to get Jesse.” She looked at her watch. “It’s almost his lunch hour. I want to be the one to tell him. I have to … Garrett, Sean is not guilty. He’s not.”
She couldn’t very well say what she was thinking out loud. That if Sean had killed someone, he wouldn’t be caught so easily. He wouldn’t keep the murder weapon. He would have a solid alibi. He wouldn’t be caught on a security camera. But that certainly wouldn’t help Sean’s defense. The only way Sean would be getting out of this was for the Houston police to be able to prove that he didn’t kill Mona Hill … and right now, if they really had found the murder weapon in Sean’s plane, that meant finding out who really killed Mona and planted the gun there.
The police wouldn’t believe that he was being framed.
That was up to her to prove.
Chapter Nine
Brad Donnelly took precautions to make sure that he wasn’t followed. He wasn’t quite as paranoid as the Rogan clan, but after the last two years, he’d become more security conscious. It was certainly suspicious that Sean, Kane, and Nate were all out of the picture.
Sean and Lucy, along with Kane Rogan, had literally saved his life when he’d been tortured by a drug cartel. Lucy repeatedly told him he owed them nothing, but he ignored her. It was more than his life they saved. It was his confidence, his future; they rekindled his faith in humanity. He’d been destroyed after his division was torn apart once they learned Nicole Rollins—an agent he’d trusted for years—had led a major drug operation under his nose and used the DEA to make her family rich, leaving behind a trail of blood so long and thick they were still uncovering some of her crimes two years later.
So yes, he owed them, and he would for the rest of his life. He was okay with