And lo and behold, here you are.
It must be a sign."
I wasn't buying the additional explanation.
"You don't strike me as the type to believe in signs."
"You've got me there, but I'll make an exception in this case."
Her lips pursed for a moment, as if she were thinking hard about something.
Then she looked at me.
"I think your boyfriend killed Nathan Barker."
I stiffened, my breath catching audibly.
"I'll never be able to prove it," she said grimly.
"He's too smart.
Too thorough.
The whole thing was precisely premeditated.
The moment Gideon Cross came to the decision to kill Nathan Barker, he had his ducks in a row."
I couldn't decide if I should stay or go - what the ramifications would be of either decision.
And in that moment of indecisiveness, she kept talking.
"I believe it started the Monday after your roommate was attacked.
When we searched the hotel room where Barker's body was discovered, we found photos.
A lot of photos of you, but the ones I'm talking about were of your roommate."
"Cary?" "If I were to present this to the ADA for an arrest warrant, I would say that Nathan Barker attacked Cary Taylor as a way to intimidate and threaten Gideon Cross.
My guess is that Cross wasn't conceding to Barker's blackmail demands."
My hands twisted in my towel.
I couldn't stand the thought of Cary suffering what he had because of me.
Graves looked at me, her gaze sharp and flat.
Cop's eyes.
My dad had them, too.
"At that point, I think Cross perceived you to be in mortal danger.
And you know what? He was right.
I've seen the evidence we collected from Barker's room - photos, detailed notes of your daily schedule, news clippings .
even some of your garbage.