Cut and Run (Lucy Kincaid #16) - Allison Brennan Page 0,132
saw them. We talked about it later, I just told her to be careful, because she deserved better than a cheating husband.”
“And maybe she planned on telling Faith and he killed her.” It was a story as old as time.
“That wasn’t Victoria’s style. She might leave him unless he told Faith, but I think she liked the way things were. She was very independent. She didn’t need someone all the time. And she liked the game, the fun of the affair.”
Still, Sean could picture murder between the lovers, especially if Victoria had found out about the Albrights. The news reports on the bones were all over the media that Friday. It was only a matter of time.
“Mitch, you have one shot at this—take this to the FBI now.”
His phone rang; he wanted to ignore it, but caller ID was Ryan Maguire.
“Hey, Ryan.”
“Eve and I just landed at the San Antonio airport and we can’t reach Max.”
“You’re here?”
“We were going to fly in tomorrow morning, but I took the afternoon off and we decided to come early. Something Max said to me last night had me thinking, and while this is not my case and I’m not going to step on San Antonio’s toes, I wanted to look at her evidence.”
“She went to Fredericksburg to talk to Victoria’s parents. She might not have cell reception.”
“I don’t buy it. She left me a message when I was on the plane to call her. Something’s wrong.”
“Go to the hotel, I’ll find her.”
“I’ll find her, just be available if I need you.” Ryan ended the call.
“Mitch, I have to go. I’m not a cop, I’m just a private investigator. But I’m telling you right now: Take these files to the FBI. Go directly there, no stops. Talk to my wife—Agent Lucy Kincaid. While I’m not up-to-date on her investigation, I know she’s hot on the heels of someone right now, someone who lied about his alibi the night Victoria was killed. And the one thing Lucy Kincaid Rogan can do better than nearly any cop I’ve met is get someone to talk.”
* * *
“Great work,” Rachel said when she read Robert Clemson’s statement. “He’s still here, correct?”
“Yes.”
“And he didn’t ask for a lawyer?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Have him hold tight while I talk to Abigail and Adam in White Collar and see how we can proceed. This is enough to get a warrant, but considering our suspect is a lawyer we may want to be careful in how we approach this.”
“I’m working with Detective Reed on this. She still has the Victoria Mills homicide. She’s on her way back from Chicago, where she talked to the witness who originally gave Clemson his alibi. We have her statement, and I don’t know how quiet we’ll be able to keep this. The alibi works for the same law firm that Parker is a partner in.”
Rachel winced. “That might be dicey.”
“Reed doesn’t think Randolph will talk, but anyone could have seen them together since they met in her building.”
“Do you think that Clemson is in danger?”
“I don’t know. I still don’t know why Victoria was killed, and Clemson has no knowledge about anything to do with the Albrights. But I think we have enough to bring Simon Mills in for questioning. Reed will land at five this evening.”
“You work it out with her, I’ll talk to Adam and Abigail, and if we want to do something different I’ll let you know before five. Good work, Lucy.”
A tall, attractive man in khakis and a polo came in with a teenage girl. “I’m looking for Lucy Kincaid.”
Lucy frowned. The office shouldn’t let anyone back here without buzzing her first.
“I’m Lucy.”
“Agent Ryan Maguire. This is Eve Truman.”
“Ryan. Max’s Ryan.”
He grinned, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yes. Where is she?”
It took Lucy a second to understand. “She doesn’t know you were coming?”
“Tomorrow, but I changed our flight and I can’t reach her. Your husband also doesn’t know where she is. I want you to ping her phone.”
“She was in Kerr County at the recorder’s office three hours ago. I talked to her.”
“At one?”
“About then.”
“Well? Can you do it?”
“Agent Maguire,” Rachel said, “it’s an unusual request.”
“She’s not a criminal or a suspect, she’s missing.”
“Three hours—”
He was getting frustrated. Lucy said, “Give me one minute.”
She stepped back to her desk and called Sean. He answered immediately. “What’s going on with Max?” she asked.
“I’m hacking into—”
“Don’t tell me.”
“Give me a minute, I’m on my way back from Austin right now. And I think Mitch Corta is