Save Your Breath (Morgan Dane #6) - Melinda Leigh Page 0,48

the Olanders, Ronald has a colorful history. He worked for Olander Dairy for ten years. But before that, he served a year in jail for criminal possession of a firearm and did a six-month stint for assault. He beat up a neighbor who let his dog poop on his lawn.”

They walked to her unmarked police car. Sharp went around to the passenger side.

Stella drove away from the office. “In an interesting twist, his assault victim refused to sign a complaint. Alexander was convicted on the eyewitness testimony of another neighbor.”

“The victim was afraid of him.” Sharp had seen it before.

Unlike on TV, no citizen can press charges against another. Only the DA can charge someone with a crime. It wasn’t unusual for a victim to refuse to sign a complaint or to withdraw their complaint for fear of retribution. The DA does not need the cooperation of the victim. Although getting a conviction can be more difficult without a victim’s support, the DA can charge a suspect as long as there is sufficient evidence.

“Does he have a wife?” Sharp stared out the passenger window as the houses rolled by. They passed Olivia’s street, and the air left his lungs, the hollowness aching.

Is she still alive?

“Yes. He’s been married to the same woman for twenty years.” Stella looked both ways at a stop sign, then turned onto the main road that bisected the small business district. “Once he started working for Olander Dairy, he stopped getting into trouble.”

But Alexander was definitely capable of violence.

Chapter Nineteen

In the conference room of the DA’s office, Morgan opened her file. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with us. We won’t keep you long. You’re already working overtime. Big case?”

“No.” Across the table, ADA Anthony Esposito tugged at his french cuffs, then leaned on his forearms. Dark and precisely groomed, Esposito was slick from his whitened teeth to his black Ferragamo shoes. Even on a weekend, he was dressed in a custom-tailored gray suit. “I work every Saturday. It’s the only time the office is quiet.”

Morgan had almost worked for the Randolph County Prosecutor’s Office the previous year. After she’d agreed to defend her neighbor’s son, who’d been accused of a horrible murder, her offer of employment had been withdrawn. Eventually, Anthony Esposito had been hired to fill the vacancy.

She did not regret her decision one bit. Morgan was able to keep her caseload to a more manageable size. She only worked weekends when she accepted a high-profile case, which wasn’t often. Most weekdays she was home by five thirty, and she did her best to reserve Saturdays and Sundays for family time.

When she accepted a high-stakes case, like Olivia’s disappearance, she could work overtime without guilt.

As if that were possible for any working mom.

But at least she could keep her guilt to a minimum by working reasonable hours most of the time.

“I assume you’ve heard that Olivia Cruz is missing.” Morgan clicked her pen open and held it poised over her notepad.

“Yes,” Esposito said. “I’m sorry to hear about Ms. Cruz, but I’m not sure how I can help.”

“We’re not sure either,” Lance commented from the seat next to Morgan. “But one angle we’ve been working is her current book research. Olivia was digging into the Erik Olander case.”

“Why would that case interest her?” Esposito leaned back and crossed his arms. He kept his eyes on Morgan and ignored Lance. “It was a relatively easy case to prosecute. Erik tried to stage the scene to look like an intruder had killed his wife. But forensic evidence was able to cut through that little piece of bullshit like a chain saw through butter.”

“How?” Morgan was still waiting for the full transcript of Erik’s trial.

Esposito shifted forward and rested his elbows on the table. “His wife was beaten and strangled. Despite all his efforts to make it appear as if someone had broken into the house, the latent fingerprint examiner was able to lift two of Erik’s thumbprints from his wife’s throat.”

“Nice break,” Lance said. “It isn’t easy to lift prints from human skin.”

“The tech used black magnetic powder and lifted them with white silicone, and we got lucky. They were beautiful.” Esposito’s eyes gleamed. “And, if that wasn’t enough, the lab was able to extract touch DNA from the prints.”

Touch DNA was exactly what it sounded like, the skin cells left behind when a person touched an object.

“With Erik’s thumbprint taken from his wife’s neck, the DNA presence was overkill, but juries love forensics.” Esposito understood