Cut and Run (Lucy Kincaid #16) - Allison Brennan Page 0,145
thought he was talking to her, but he was looking behind her. She could see Faith Parker’s dead body in the foyer.
Chavez continued, “That woman ruined my fucking life, and I’m glad she’s dead.”
“Tell me one thing,” Lucy said. “Did Faith Parker or Simon Mills order the assassination of the Albright family?”
“Mills? That fucking wimp?” He laughed, which bordered on hysterical. “Parker. She said the bitch would be back within the week spilling her guts if we didn’t take care of her then. And then she turns on me? She sets me up? After I fucking did everything for her? Hell no, I’m nobody’s fool.”
Jennifer came up behind Lucy, leading Harrison Monroe from the house.
“You certainly aren’t,” Jennifer said, looked at Lucy, and winked.
Lucy’s phone vibrated and she pulled it from her pocket. She needed a hot shower as soon as possible—she had Faith’s blood all over her.
The call was from her boss, Rachel.
“Kincaid.”
“I owe your husband a beer.”
“He’ll be happy to hear that. Why?”
“Mitch Corta just turned himself in to our office with boxes of documents that he says will show how and where Harrison Monroe and Simon Mills laundered their illegal gaming money. He has a lawyer, says he wants to work on a plea arrangement. Adam and his team are more than a little excited by what he’s brought us.”
“Did he say why he didn’t come in yesterday? Sean thought for sure he would.”
“He said he needed to go to three different banks to collect the evidence and he was paranoid that someone would follow him, so it took all day. He drove back from Dallas this morning.”
“Great news,” Lucy said, then filled her in on what had happened at the Monroe house.
When she finally got off the phone, Ash Dominguez came over to her. “We finally know the truth,” he said. “We can put that family to rest.”
“You’re going to get another commendation in your file,” Lucy said. “You went above and beyond.”
“Thank you, but anyone would have done the same.”
“No, not anyone, Ash. Not everyone is like us.” She smiled. “Do you want to come over for Thanksgiving? Bring Melanie. I like her.”
“I love your parties, but Melanie is taking me to meet her parents. They live in Houston. I’m nervous.”
“They’ll love you.”
“I hope so.”
“They will.”
“I need to stay to process the scene,” he said, “but because I’m working all weekend, I get two extra days off for Thanksgiving, which is unheard of. I’m usually stuck working holidays because I don’t have a family.”
“Take advantage of it,” Lucy said, thinking about Patrick and Elle and wishing she could do something … anything … to get them to San Antonio for Thanksgiving.
“I am.”
She watched Ash suit up and direct his team to process both where Carl Chavez had been shooting at them, and the foyer where Faith Parker Monroe still lay dead. One team member had already photographed the scene and had covered her body.
Ricky Albright would see his grandparents for the first time in three years. He would need counseling and support, but he was finally going to have peace. Lucy found Nate talking to SAPD. “You need to clean up,” he said.
“I do. And while I do that, go to Saint Catherine’s and tell Ricky what happened. Tell him he’s safe.”
Nate nodded, squeezed her arm, and said, “We did good, Kincaid.”
“Yes, we did.”
Chapter Thirty-nine
THANKSGIVING DAY
Max hadn’t wanted to go home for Thanksgiving, because traveling wasn’t fun on crutches, even in first class. But her grandmother Eleanor hadn’t been well these last few months, and Max feared her health was worse than just not getting over a cold quickly. Eleanor Sterling Revere was a proud, strong woman who both infuriated Max and presented an amazing role model. And though they’d had their differences over the years—many, many differences—Max loved her.
Max didn’t need the blessing of her family for anything—not what she did or who she loved. She’d already caught heat from the family trust board of directors about Eve—as Martha’s daughter, Eve was entitled to a trust fund. Max was willing to fight all the way to court if she had to, not because Eve wanted the money—the concept of having a trust fund when she’d been raised so frugally seemed to terrify the teenager—but because it was the right thing to do. It was her legacy, and damn if Max was going to let the family turn their back on Eve. Max had been shunned—mostly by her mother’s brother Brooks—because she was the illegitimate