would have willingly gone to his knees. "He was known for doing the right thing. What would Cynthia have that would put him to his knees?"
"One of his lovers?" Brock speculated.
"Or Dawson." Kallie countered.
Brock nodded his eyes fixed on hers. "She could have used Dawson to draw Treyson to that warehouse, but why there?"
Kallie drew her bottom lip into her mouth with her teeth, trying to put puzzle pieces together. “Why would she bring him to the middle of nowhere?"
"Wait, the warehouse." Brock dropped to the chair and flipped through his notes. "Fuck, tell me you've got the name of the LLC that owned the damn warehouse." He continued to flip through the pages.
"Ah… wait, I've got it here somewhere. She licked her fingers and paged rapidly through her notes. "Yeah, here. Smartsmith, LLC." Kallie shifted her attention to Brock.
"We need to run down the ownership of that warehouse and see if we can connect the owner of the warehouse to one of Samuel's lovers or Cynthia and Dawson. We ran it originally and couldn't tie it to Samuel."
"We should run it against the names Sebastian Treyson sent us, too." Kallie added.
"Call Bettis and Hansen. If they need help, they can ask Davidson for more manpower."
“Roger that.” She picked up the phone and made the call while she watched Brock watching Dawson. His eyes narrowed, and he shook his head. After she hung up, she nudged him. Her phone vibrated. She picked it up and dismissed it quickly. Rich again. She leaned toward Brock. "What's eating you?"
"Why do people kill other people?" he asked, without taking his eyes from Dawson.
"The big three. Money, emotional ties, or power."
"With the exception of Dawson, we've alibied all of Treyson’s lovers."
Kallie nodded. "So, Dawson stays on the list of suspects."
"Right. Then there is greed. Who stood to benefit from Samuel's death?"
"His lovers. Not Dawson, though. He wasn't in the fold, and as far as we know, not in the will. But again, we have nothing indicating the lovers were involved."
"Right. And power? Who gains from this guy’s death?"
"His old man?"
"Nah, he already owns everything, but that guy is a royal bastard. It doesn't figure, Sebastian and Dawson, they are very unlikely bed partners, you know what I mean?" Brock rubbed his jaw and yes, she noticed the strong angle of his chin, but pushed that momentary lapse of professionalism to the curb.
"You need to talk to Dawson again."
Brock paused. "Why?"
Kallie flipped her notebook to the last page. "He said he was at Fire and Ice from 9:00 p.m. until 2:00 a.m. Where was he before that? If we go by the timeline established at The Waterfall, Samuel could have been at the warehouse by 7:30, even with fucked up traffic."
"Fuck. That's an excellent catch." He stood and turned, sitting on the table. "He could have killed Samuel for screwing with his only support system."
"Possible, or Cynthia could have killed him for messing with Dawson."
Brock shook his head. "I don't think she's that invested in Dawson. I don't get the sense she loves him enough to kill over him, you know. I don't get that passion from her. I think she likes to control his ass, but I don't see any passion. Do you? She doesn't seem entrenched, although she glares at him like she's afraid he's going to say something wrong."
Kallie leaned beside him. "That makes sense. I can't help thinking we are missing the why of this situation. Why would Dawson kill his one ticket out of hell?"
"Yeah, Samuel was one hell of a gravy train for that man."
Kallie jumped and grabbed Brock. "Gravy train. We haven't looked into financials."
"You think Dawson or Cynthia were trying to blackmail Treyson? Squeeze him for money?"
"Yeah, maybe. Think about it. Dawson has nothing. According to her cousin's unsolicited comments today, Cynthia is money hungry. It's worth running it to the ground. They aren't going anywhere." Kallie motioned toward Dawson.
Brock nodded. "My gut is telling me Cynthia was driving Samuel's car and lost control of it around that corner." Brock thumped his notebook with his pen. "It's a hairpin curve. Hell, I can recall five or six cars being fished out of that damn river. Drivers going too fast and not paying attention to the warning signs. That guard rail has been replaced and fortified, but cars still go over."
"The techs are working that angle."
"But Cynthia doesn't know that." Brock looked at her.
"True. Neither does Dawson. He admitted Cynthia threw her keys at him and told him