so you’d better not be lying to me.”
When she swallows, her eye twitches, and I know she’s hiding something. Bitch. I shake my head in disgust at her and walk out with Gio at my back. As soon as we all get in and close our doors, I tell them, “She’s lying.”
“Yeah, caught that, too,” Gio confirms.
“I don’t think she did it, but she’s hiding something. Either protecting your brother or maybe knows something about it. We need to see footage from the night of that event.” I shoot Q a text so he can get a head start. This might lead somewhere, and it might not, but we’ve gotta run with it. After I slide my phone back in my pocket, I lift my head to find Gio grinning at me. “What?”
“You traded up, bro, that’s for sure.”
Didn’t think I’d ever laugh while on the hunt for the man who almost killed my woman, but I do. “Hell yeah, I did.”
* * *
“Jordan wasn’t there.” Q swivels his monitor around, and I bend at the waist to get a better look at the footage he pulled up closer. “But she was.”
Laila’s arm is linked with another man, and when they turn to go into the elevator, I recognize him. I gag and cover my mouth. “Fucking disgusting. That’s my dad’s lawyer.”
“So, what? She lied about Jordan being there to cover his ass in case it was him? That doesn’t make any sense.” Gio runs a frustrated hand through his hair.
“It does, actually.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Reputation. If it was Jordan, she wouldn’t want to be associated with, let alone married to, a murderer. So coming up with an alibi for him made sense to her.”
“Well, that wasn’t Jordan at the hotel, but he was home all afternoon. Cell phone and car both didn’t budge an inch. His door and window censors had zero movement until about two in the morning, when she was getting home, not spending the night like she said.” Q reads off some information from his screen. “I clocked her at the hotel at noon, so she was occupied all day, too, couldn’t have been her. Doesn’t mean she didn’t hire someone, though. I’m going through her phone and computer as fast as I can.”
Since Iz drove to work with no issues, we know it happened after she was there, or at least we assume. The fucked-up thing is, Q can’t get a lock on anything from the cameras from the vet because the alarm company disconnected service three weeks ago because the bill was six months past due, which makes Rickman climb higher on the list. CCTV cams were also disabled, but we’re thinking that was Danny’s doing to cover his own ass while he was dealing with Rickman.
There were so many people in and out of the building that it’s going to take a shit ton of time to trace everyone who was there that day. That’s what he’s going to be working on next along with hacking into the systems of the surrounding buildings to see if he can see anything from their cameras.
“We still got a lock on Danny and Mario?” I ask.
Royce inclines his head. “Better, we’ve got Noble on Danny, but we’ve got eyes on Danny’s building where I saw them drag Mario into days ago. There is absolutely zero sign of him leaving, and if you told me he was practically detoxing in your car after half a day, my guess is Danny probably threw him in a room to wait until he was clean, and then he’ll deal with him.”
That makes total sense. If Danny was somehow involved, which my gut says he wasn’t because he’s got some kind of sick soft spot for my woman, he wouldn’t hurt her. Plus he knows what’ll happen to him if he does.
“Who wants to pay a visit to Rickman?”
A collective murmur of agreement sounds as Q spins back around in his chair. He types some shit into his computer so fast I can hardly tell if his fingers are even moving. If it wasn’t for all the letters on the screen, I almost wouldn’t believe he was. “Cell’s pinging at his house now. He was at work earlier, but after Detective Reyes paid him a visit, he left and went home.” He lists the address, and Gio, Royce, Wes, Carter, and I all haul ass to the souped-up hummer already loaded with everything we need to