would she understand why he couldn’t tell the cops everything.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” she said.
He glared at her. She meant well, she was trying to be supportive, but the more he ran through that night, the more he realized he’d been set up. Was Mona herself party to setting him up? Not to her murder—she valued her life. But maybe … maybe she had known more than she’d told him.
He rubbed his eyes. Speculation wasn’t going to help him right now.
“I am going to push hard to have you arraigned and released tonight,” Felicity said. “But it’s not going to happen. Not on a capital case where you have the means to run.”
“I’m not going to run.”
“Irrelevant to Banner. And he believes it, so they plan to arraign you on Monday. They think they’ll be able to work a no bail deal, but I’m not going to let that happen. Bail might be high, but RCK is good for it, and I know you have the means to cover it if necessary. They might ask for an ankle monitor, I’ll give in on that provided you’re allowed to return to San Antonio. They’ll push for house arrest—I’ll fight that, it’ll be fifty-fifty.”
“I’m innocent.”
“I’m telling you what they’re going to do, and what I’m going to do. You’ll be out Monday.”
Sean appreciated her confidence, but this was a setup. There was a reason he was here, today, a reason he was being framed for murder. Either they would find a way to keep him until trial, or he’d be dead this weekend.
“I’m being framed.”
“Our job is not to prove who killed Mona. Our job is to prove they don’t have a case against you. You need to tell the police the facts. Answer their questions.”
“No.”
“Sean, it’s in your best interest to be as forthcoming as possible. I’ll make sure they don’t stray off track. That’s my job, to protect your interests. But you’re suspected of a felony murder. You were with the victim during the likely time of death. You need to tell them why.”
“No.”
“Sean—”
“They don’t need to know why. All they need to know is that she was alive when I left.”
“And if that gun they found in your plane is the murder weapon, what you say isn’t going to matter much to the jury.”
“I didn’t fire it. I haven’t fired a gun in over a week—last time I was at the gun range, Lucy was practicing before her requalification with the FBI. Nearly two weeks ago—two weeks on Sunday. I was trying out some different guns there. I didn’t even shoot my own gun.” He frowned. Could one of those guns he’d used been the murder weapon? His prints might be on it. Yet … they were regulated. No one could walk off with it. And latent prints were really hard to get off a gun. Maybe a shell casing … but the range was owned by a retired cop, they wouldn’t let just anyone walk in there and collect the brass.
He was getting way too paranoid.
“There’s no reason you can’t tell the police why you were at Mona Hill’s apartment. She called you because she felt threatened by Elise Hunt. You went to give her security advice. You left because she agreed to bring in a bodyguard.”
“And they’re going to ask why Mona would call me.”
“We don’t have to answer that. I know what I’m doing here, Sean. I understand this is a prickly situation.” She sighed. “Tell me.”
“What?”
“How you know Mona Hill and why she called you. I’m your lawyer, Sean. Unless you tell me there’s a bomb planted somewhere or you know of a murder about to happen, I’m not going to repeat anything you say. Understand? But I need to know so I can better defend you. If you leave things out, lie to me, it’s only going to make this case that much more difficult. I have a solid team of investigators who can corroborate information. They can do research. They can verify facts. Just tell me the truth.”
“I need to see Lucy.” God, he wanted to see her right now. Touch her, hold her, tell her he was sorry. He needed to explain.
“I’m working on it. They’re going to question you pretty late tonight. I’ll make sure that she’s here in the morning.”
“I want to see her now. Please.”
“They’re not going to agree.”
“Can you call her? FaceTime? Anything? I need to explain why I didn’t tell her I went to see