morning?"
"No. I got no phone. How was I supposed to call?"
Brock shifted the conversation again. "When you drove to the Warehouse District, what route did you take?"
"Interstate to Livingston exit."
"And Cynthia White was driving her car. You were the passenger?"
"Yeah."
"The make and model of her car?"
Dawson gave them the make, model and color.
"Thank you. We're going to need a signed statement from you."
"Whatever you want, man. It doesn't matter anymore. Can you send someone to take me to the bathroom?"
"Sure, we can do that." Dawson closed his eyes and kept them closed as they left.
15
They made their way to the observation room that overlooked Cynthia White's interview room after making a call to the front desk requesting an escort for Dawson. Kallie palmed her phone and looked at the texts. "Check it." She held her phone for Brock to read.
"Cynthia White’s uncle owns part of that warehouse."
"Yep."
"Then she has access–"
"–to where Samuel Treyson was killed."
Brock glanced at his phone and grunted. "Bettis says he's got video of Dawson at Fire and Ice. First positive ID of the man is time-stamped at four minutes after 9:00."
"Let's get Davidson down here again, run this by him, and let him know what we're going to do. Plus, now we have probable cause, and we can use that to go for a warrant on financials. Davidson can run it by the District Attorney's office and ask them to get a warrant."
"I gotta ask. Keeping Davidson this close, it’s not normal, right? I'm not criticizing, but we usually just briefed when we were arresting or if we had problems with external agencies."
"No, he's not usually this hands-on, but this isn't a normal case. My old man is taking a huge amount of heat. You saw the Governor’s speech. If we don't get this fucker, my old man will be crowned with a dunce cap and pointed at by that megalomaniac. He'll lose the credibility he’s worked so fucking hard to garner. I want him to get up to date briefings, and I trust Davidson to channel the information correctly." Brock rubbed the back of his neck. "I think Sebastian Treyson has put a full court press on the police department. He obviously has the Governor in his pocket. I'm waiting for the rest of the politicians to start toeing Treyson's line. Money isn't going to solve this case, but it will definitely ruin careers. Unfortunately, it’s my dad who will pay the price if we don't get this bastard."
"Sebastian Treyson..." Kallie leaned against the wall and stared at Cynthia, who looked like she was asleep. Her good arm cradled her head, and her upper body sprawled across the top of the table.
The sound of Kallie's phone vibrating punctuated the silence. She didn't even look at the phone. He sighed. He'd lay odds it was the fucking ex again. He glanced through the window. "What's rolling around in that beautiful brain of yours?" Brock leaned back in his chair and put his feet onto the small table in the room.
"Who was the man with Cynthia, and what were they arguing about?"
"My bet is on money."
"But from whom?"
Brock closed his eyes. "Deepest pockets. Daddy."
"Do you think we can get a warrant to look at Sebastian Treyson’s bank accounts?"
"Not with what we have now, and with his resources, who’s to say any money that was exchanged came from this country."
"He could have brought it in with him."
"But he was out of the country."
"Was he?"
Kallie leaned forward. "We don't need a warrant to look at filed flight plans."
Brock opened his eyes. "No, no we don't. Assume nothing, validate everything."
"Knowing Daddy was actually across the pond and not blowing us off would allow us to eliminate him from the suspect pool."
"But what does he gain from Samuel's death?"
Kallie slid down the wall and ended up on her ass. She hugged her knees and stared over at him. She worried her bottom lip with her teeth. He'd noticed she did that when she was thinking. She glanced up at him. "Power?"
"Sebastian is the owner, he can't get much more powerful than that. What else could he gain?"
"Control."
"Yeah, but of what?" Brock batted her suggestion back at her.
"Well… how about control of Samuel?"
Brock dropped his feet and leaned forward. "What do you mean?"
"His son has an alternate lifestyle; one Samuel went to lengths to arrange and manage so Daddy didn't find out."
"Daddy had an affair with his wife. He knew Samuel wasn't going to rock the boat." Brock dropped his elbows to