Living with the Dead - By Kelley Armstrong Page 0,58
.” He shrugged. “It wouldn’t be easy.”
“I guess not,” Adams’s admission came slowly, her lashes lowered. “If we’re done here, Detective . . .” She started to rise.
“I have a few more questions.”
As she sat, Marsten glanced at his watch. “Is it really necessary for us both to be here?”
If Marsten hadn’t noticed anything at the nightclub, then there was nothing he could tell Finn that Adams couldn’t, and there might be a few things she’d say without her boyfriend around. So he sent Marsten on his way. As he was leaving, though, Finn discreetly gestured for Damon to follow.
“When’s the last time you saw Robyn?”
“I last saw her Thursday night, when we left Bane.”
“And spoke to her?”
“Earlier this afternoon. She called from a pay phone to let me know she was okay and ask for advice. I wanted to meet, but she didn’t want to get me involved. When I insisted, she hung up. We went back to our hotel, and that’s when we got the message.”
“And before that? Had you spoken to her since Thursday?”
Adams shook her head. “I tried calling her cell Friday morning, after I saw the paper. Some guy answered. I think he’d found the phone. Anyway, that freaked me out, so I phoned her apartment and left a message. She didn’t return it. It’s probably still on the machine.”
“And then?”
“I went into the office for an hour, just doing paperwork. I usually spend Fridays writing from my place, but I wanted to stop by, in case she tried calling me there. I kept hoping she would. But she didn’t until this afternoon.”
FINN WALKED HOPE ADAMS to the front desk and thanked her for her time. As he watched her leave, he saw Damon on the front steps. So much for following Marsten.
“Lost him?”
Damon turned, startled. “Ah-ha. Now you’re the one sneaking up on me. Payback’s a bitch, huh?” His words were light, but no humor reached his eyes.
“I thought I asked you to follow him,” Finn said under his breath.
“I did. He went outside.”
“I meant follow him wherever—”
“I did.”
He pointed. Finn followed his finger to see Marsten striding over to meet Adams, thirty feet from the precinct steps.
“That’s as far as he went,” Damon continued. “He made three phone calls. For the first two, no one must have answered because he seemed to be leaving a message. I got as close as I could, but with the noise out here, I didn’t hear much. He’s one guy who lowers his voice on a cell, instead of raising it, and while I’d normally appreciate such consideration, it really didn’t help for eavesdropping.”
Finn watched Adams and Marsten. His hand rested on her back, rubbing it. Reassuring her again, as he had in the interview room.
“You said he made a third call?” Finn prompted.
“Someone answered and they talked for a few minutes. It sounded like business. If you’d like me to speculate on what kind of business . . .”
“Go for it,” Finn said, still watching the distant couple.
“My guess is he called his lawyer. There was some definite legalese going on. As for what, I can probably speculate on that, too . . .”
Finn motioned for him to get on with it.
“I don’t know Karl that well. He’d only been dating Hope for a few months before I got shot, and I could tell he was never going to be hanging out on my couch, chugging beer, watching the game. But I got a decent feel for the guy. He acts smooth, but he’s hard as nails. Guys like Karl know their rights and they don’t give an inch, innocent or not. He’d contact his lawyer to find out what his obligation is, and he’ll give you that much, no more. Anything remotely approaching harassment? You’ll be talking to his lawyer. And if he thinks you’re harassing her—” He nodded to Adams. “Watch out. That’s not a guy you want to cross.”
Marsten had straightened and was scanning the street, as if looking for a taxi. He glanced toward the steps. Their eyes met. Adams turned, following his gaze. She said something. Marsten shook his head and responded.
“What did they talk about earlier?” Finn asked.
“Hmm?”
“When I left the room to make those calls. What did they say?”
“Nothing.”
He turned to Damon. “She just found out Robyn hadn’t turned herself in. They had to say—”
“Zip. They aren’t stupid, Finn. They knew that room was wired for sound. When you left, Karl told her not to worry, he was sure