Perfect Night (Mason Creek #4) - Terri E. Laine Page 0,67
the go ahead to speak. “Yeah, I guess I rented the vehicle. I don’t remember if it’s this specific one.”
“The license plate listed on the rental agreement matches the one in the picture, correct?”
He took the time to check both before saying, “Yes.”
“As you can see from the timestamp, you were out that early morning on the day Doug died.”
“There’s no law against that,” he said.
“And where were you going? And don’t lie. I have video footage in town.” During an interrogation, I could lie all I wanted to. He couldn’t.
“I was out for a drive.”
“Are you familiar with Darcy Williams?”
His lawyer once again gave him the go ahead. “Yeah, I knew her. I wasn’t married.”
“So you admit you went to see Darcy a little after midnight?” I asked.
“Yeah, so what? I screwed her.”
“Yet, you concealed that fact from Emma. So much so, you parked in the town square and walked the rest of the way to Darcy’s apartment.”
“And?”
“Why did you drive so slowly past the bar?”
He shrugged. “I was going to park there.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“There was a car in the lot.”
“Whose car?” I asked.
“Doug’s,” he spit out.
“Let’s move forward. You went to Darcy’s, had sex, then what?”
“I left.”
“Did you encounter anyone after you left Darcy’s? And let me caution you, you’re under oath. Lying to me is a criminal offense.”
He whispered something to his lawyer who nodded.
“I plead the fifth,” he said with a sardonic smile on his face.
“Okay. I have video footage of Doug picking you up. Can you tell me why?” I didn’t have the pickup portion, but he didn’t know that. Sam was canvasing town for more external surveillance videos on buildings around town.
The dumbass was so smug, he blurted, “The sanctimonious bastard was probably going to see Darcy or some other chick but had so much to say about what I was up to,” while the lawyer tried to stop him. But Evan only had eyes for me. “I guess that makes us even. We’ve slept with the same women. Do you have a preference? I know I do.”
“For the record, I hadn’t been back to town in quite some time. I arrived the day of Doug’s funeral.”
“Yeah, and you couldn’t wait to get my fiancée.”
I clamped my lips shut because he wouldn’t dictate this interrogation. “So Doug took you back to the bar. Why?”
“Don’t answer,” the lawyer pleaded, but it was as if he hadn’t heard him.
“Because he didn’t want to shame me in front of Emma.”
“This interview is over!” the lawyer demanded. “We’re leaving.”
“You can’t,” I said.
“Why not?” the lawyer snapped.
I flashed him a smug grin. “Because your client is under arrest.”
Evan leaned forward and slammed his fist on the table. “For what? Punching the old man? He deserved it. He had his back to me while he told me all the reasons I wasn’t right for his precious daughter. When he turned around, I reacted.”
The lawyer tried to yank him back so they could confer. He didn’t let him.
“So you watched him die. I have the footage from inside the bar.” Another lie.
Evan sneered at me. “You can’t. I took it as proof he was alive when I left. The man tripped over his feet, fell and bumped his head.” His lawyer kept telling him to shut up, but he was solely focused on me. “I know my rights. There is no duty to rescue in Montana. You can’t arrest me because I didn’t call 911. He was breathing. For all I knew, he’d get up in a few minutes. And if he didn’t, Emma would be better off. Because of me, the old man bought a new life insurance policy.”
That was a shock, and I did my best not to show it. Though I wanted to know why, I continued to goad him into hanging himself. “Yet you took the surveillance video to conceal you’d been with him.”
“I took it for my protection.” He held up a hand to his lawyer. “I’ve got this,” he said to him.
Since he was distracted, I asked, “Where is it now?”
“The original is in my apartment. I have another on the cloud. I can pull it up on my phone.”
“Your apartment in Montana?”
“No, Chicago. I’m done with Montana. I have all the credits I need to graduate with my MBA.” He said it like I should be impressed.
“Well, you’re going to miss graduation.”
He stood but still leaned on the desk like I should fear him. “Fuck you. You have nothing on me.”
“Would you like to