available.”
“But you looked?”
“The guys on those cases did,” Mitch said. He gave her a rundown of the unclassified stuff he knew—and that elicited a big smile from her.
If information got her to smile like that, he wondered what else he could tell her… Don’t be an ass, Steele, he cautioned himself. Cara Hamilton was a reporter. A very good reporter.
“Too bad we can’t question either Mayor Daniels or Paul Lambert about a connection,” Cara said when he was done. While trying to escape after being found out, the mayor had crashed his car into a tree and died. Lambert had committed suicide in his cell. “Do you think Lambert’s partner, Donald Church, would know anything?”
“If so, I doubt he’d tell you. He’s a lawyer. He won’t violate attorney-client privilege and talk about the firm’s client, Ranger Corporation—particularly if it might somehow link him to all that’s gone on, or at least make him look like a fool. Far as I know, he still intends to practice law here, though the former Lambert & Church firm is down the toilet.”
“I can’t prove that whatever Nancy wanted to show me had anything to do with Ranger, anyway,” Cara acknowledged. “But I’ll talk to Church to see what his position is. And to see what else I can learn. Could be something else was wrong at the law firm that prompted the murders—including Nancy’s.”
“Maybe,” Mitch agreed. “But don’t jump to conclusions.”
“Of course not.” She smiled at him. “And now that I’ve shared my next moves with you, how about sharing yours with me?”
The idea of their sharing moves… Had she intended the double entendre? She’d shown she wasn’t above flirting to get what she wanted. Intentional or not, the thought heated him to near boiling. He found that damned disturbing. “I’ll check in to see what the crime-scene guys learned,” he said coolly.
“You’ll let me know the results?”
“What I can.” Which wouldn’t be much. His primary responsibility was to the people of this county, to bring down the perpetrator. Hers was to get a good story.
She studied him again, then said, “Mitch, do you…” Her voice tapered off. “Okay, let me just be blunt,” she finally said. “I wasn’t kidding before when I talked to Sheriff Wilson, Mitch. It seems odd that the County Sheriff’s Department didn’t solve the first two murders.”
“It’ll solve the third.” He would see to it.
“You don’t think that the…well, inability to solve the others was intentional, do you?”
“No.” He inserted false conviction into his gaze. There was something Cara didn’t know, but he was not about to enlighten her.
There had been a fourth murder that had had something to do with the Lambert & Church law firm. The connection seemed indirect, but it related to a scandal.
The scandal that had destroyed Mitch’s father. And had, apparently, led to his suicide.
But Mitch was sure his father had been murdered.
And now he was in charge of investigating Nancy Wilks’s death. He’d be able to dig more into Lambert & Church and its clients without being second-guessed by his boss. This could even be the break he needed.
And working with Cara Hamilton could provide the additional cover he required. He’d use her, if necessary. And this time, nothing—not Cara or anyone else—would keep Mitch from solving his father’s murder, too.
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