wore a smirk. “I’ve never seen anyone talk over you like that before.”
“It turns out Reagan was also Heidi’s attorney. He needs to see us all in his office. You too, Cisco.” Ronan’s head was spinning. He had no idea why the attorney would want to see them. How the hell had he known they were even in touch with Heidi. Unless she’d called Reagan after he and Ten left the house yesterday.
Cisco opened his mouth, looking as if he were about to object. “Fine. I’ll meet you there.”
“If Reagan was Heidi’s attorney, why does he need to see us?” Tennyson asked.
“I have no idea.” In all the years Ronan had been investigating cold cases, he’d never been invited to see the attorney of a murder victim.
Nothing about this case had gone according to plan so far, why should Heidi’s death be any different?
28
Tennyson
The law office of Reagan Pryce brought back bad memories for Tennyson. Earlier in the year, there had been a murder committed at West Side Magick. Ronan, who’d spent the night in the shop after a fight with Ten, was arrested for the crime. Thankfully, Reagan had been there to defend Ronan from the charges.
“I never imagined being back here again.” Ronan shivered in the overly warm waiting room.
“Neither did I,” Ten agreed. He turned to Cisco. “What is this all about? Why would Reagan want to see us after Heidi’s death?”
Cisco shrugged. “I have no idea. What about you? Are you reading anything with your mind powers?”
Ronan snorted but stayed silent.
“I wouldn’t have asked what you thought if I already knew the answer, Cisco.” Ten rolled his eyes. He was sick of this case. It was ten days until Christmas and he still had a ton of gifts to buy and wrap, but instead of working on his naughty and nice list, he was sitting in the office of Ronan’s former defense lawyer, which smelled faintly of lemon furniture polish.
“Jesus, Ten! What the hell crawled up your ass and died?” Cisco shot back.
“You might want to rethink that tone.” Ronan’s voice was soft, but his intent was clear: Keep talking to my husband like that and I’ll punch you into next year.
“I’m capable of defending myself, Ronan,” Ten muttered.
Ronan opened his mouth. He looked as if he were about to come at Ten as well, when Reagan walked into the waiting room.
“Hello, my old friends.” He wore a gregarious smile, which Tennyson found odd under the circumstances.
They’d been called here because a woman was dead, murdered, according to his gift, and Reagan was acting like this was a high school reunion. Anger began churning in Ten’s gut.
“If you’ll all please come with me.” Reagan smiled at the receptionist before leading them back into the office. He stopped at the door to a conference room, the very one where Ronan had met with him earlier this year. A large brown accordion folder sat at the far end of the table, where Reagan took a seat.
Ronan took the chair to Reagan’s right, with Cisco taking the seat opposite. Kevin and Jude joined him, while Ten sat next to Ronan.
“I bet you’re all wondering why I’ve asked you all to come here today.” The blank look on Reagan’s face was unreadable.
“Especially since Ten and I only met Heidi Lucas last night for fifteen minutes.” Ronan crossed his arms over his chest.
“We never met her at all.” Fitzgibbon motioned back and forth between himself and Jude.
“I’m aware of that, Captain Fitzgibbon.” Reagan dug into the folder and pulled out what looked like a letter. “Heidi called last night after your visit. She made me aware that you all would need to see this if she died suddenly.”
From where Ten was sitting, he could see words scrawled on the front of the plain white business envelope. “I don’t understand. You asked us all to come in today because of a letter?”
Reagan nodded. “In the fifteen years I’ve been doing this job, I’ve never had a client ask this particular thing of me before.” He reached into the brown file and pulled out a stack of stapled papers. He slid three copies to Cisco and two to Ronan. “I’ve given you copies of the envelope and the letter inside.”
Ten shot Ronan a bewildered look before looking down at the pages in front of him. The first was the copy of the envelope Reagan was holding. “To be opened in the event of my death.”
“Jesus, Heidi wrote a death letter?” Ronan’s eyes widened.
“What