Fatal Scandal: Book Eight of the Fatal Series (8 page)

“Yes, it does,” he said with a low chuckle that infuriated her even further if that was possible. “Who do you think will do all the work?”

“What
work
is involved in a
minor
role?”

“Babe, can we talk about this when you get home?”

“There’s that tone again.”

“What? All I’m saying is I’d rather talk to my wife in person than on the phone when she is upset and yelling at me. How is that a tone?”

“All right, fine. I’ll talk to you when I get home.”

“Great, I’ll look forward to it.”

“I will not.”

“I thought you always looked forward to talking to me.”

“Not about this crap.”

“We’ll figure it out. Don’t worry.”

“I’m supposed to call the Von Noodle lady back. What do I do about that?”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“No meeting tomorrow.”

“Got it.”

“Are you patronizing me?” she asked.

“Would I dare do that to my lovely wife who comes packing heat?”

At that, Sam finally cracked a grin and gave a small snort of laughter.

“Are you better now?” he asked.

She was always better after she talked to him, but no way was she going to tell him that when she was still pissed about getting calls from the White House. The
freaking
White House!

“Samantha? Are you still there?”

“I’m here.”

“Are you plotting my death by rusty steak knife?”

“Not currently, but I reserve the right to break out my steak knife later.”

“Duly noted. I’ll see you tonight?”

“Yeah, you will.”

“Love you, babe. Be careful out there.”

“Always am. You too, on the other thing.”

“The
other
thing,” he said, ending the call laughing.

Sam was also smiling when she stashed her phone.

“Did he talk you down off the cliff?”

“You’re being very sassy today, Detective. Is that your New Year’s resolution? To sass your superior officer as much as possible?”

“No, actually it was to sass my friend Sam as often as possible.”

“I liked you better when you were afraid of me.”

“And when was that exactly?”

When Sam’s phone rang again, she looked at the caller ID with trepidation and was relieved to see a number she recognized. She took the call on speaker so Freddie could hear too. “Speak to me.”

“Got the tox screen back on Lori Phillips,” Lindsey said. “Her BAC was 0.18 and we found traces of cocaine in her nose and in the blood work.”

Sam let out a low whistle. “So much for rehab.”

“We also found signs of recent sexual activity.”

“DNA?”

“Running it now.”

“Do you suspect rape?”

“There was no trauma, so it’s possible it was consensual.”

“I really want to know where our girl was yesterday. Thanks, Lindsey. Let me know when the DNA is in.”

“Will do.”

Sam hung up with Lindsey and called Archie. “Where are we with the dump on the phone Cruz brought in this morning?”

“Smartphones take about eight hours, which of course you know.”

“I need text data as soon as you have it. I’m trying to figure out where my vic spent her final hours.”

“Will get it to you as soon as I have it.”

“Thanks, Archie.”

“While I have you, I need to schedule a time to get your squad trained on the new tablet system we’ll be implementing this month.”

“What tablet system?”

“Do you read your email, Sam?” he asked with a laugh.

The men in her life were amusing themselves at her expense today. “Occasionally.”

“I sent an email weeks ago to all the squad commanders asking them to schedule their training. I just noticed that you haven’t scheduled yours yet.”

“We don’t need tablets. We’re good with what we’ve got.”

“It’s mandatory, Sam. We all have to do it.”

“Why are we being forced to take on something new that we don’t need?”

“You’re going to love it once you get used to it.”

“No, I won’t. I still have a flip phone, and I like it that way.”

“Ouch,” Archie said with an audible wince. “Take it up with the brass. Until then, email me a couple of dates to get with your squad. I need about four hours.”

“Four
hours
?”

“Gotta go. I’m watching your security film.”

“Fine.”

“Email the times. By tomorrow.”

Sighing, Sam closed her phone and juggled it between her hands. “Did you know they’re making us use tablets in the field now?”

“I can’t wait. We’ll be able to file reports from anywhere, access the system from anywhere, run prints. It’s going to be awesome.”

An absolutely brilliant idea occurred to Sam. People were always telling her to delegate. Normally, she’d push this dreaded task off on Gonzo as her second in command, but since he was out of commission, Freddie was the next best thing. “I’m putting you in charge of working with Archie to get our squad trained on the stupid things.”

He blanched. “Does that mean I have to deal with getting
you
trained too?”

She graced him with her most charming smile. “Yep. Not that I expect to ever use it since my partner is so
excited
about it.”

“Oh my God.”

“Freddie! The Lord’s name! How dare you?”

“You drive me to it.”

“You’ll get with Archie by tomorrow to set it up. Yes?”

“Yes,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Excellent.”

Chapter Eight

Sam called Jeannie McBride. “Where are we with Rex Connolly?”

“There were several of them in the system. I just tracked down the one you need. He lives in Laurel.”

Sam wrote down the address. “Thanks, Jeannie.” She handed her notebook to Freddie. “Put this in the GPS,” she said, reminding him she still hadn’t bothered to figure out that device either. Why should she when he was around to do everything for her? Sam had learned a long time ago that the more she knew, the more she was expected to do. As technology had overtaken their workplace, their workload had tripled, which was why simpler was better as far as she was concerned.

They left Bowie and drove north to Laurel on the parkway. Rex Connolly lived in a run-down row of townhouses that sat so close to the parkway you could hear the roar of traffic from the parking lot.

“What possesses people to want to live right on top of a major roadway?” Sam asked Freddie.

“All they can afford?”

“I guess.” She rapped on the glass storm door outside the house. “We’re kinda lucky this happened on a holiday.”

“How so?”

“People we need to talk to are more likely to be home and press corps probably has the second string working on a day like this.”

“True.”

The door swung open to reveal a tall, bald, muscular dude with tattoos covering his huge arms, barrel chest and even his face. Sam shuddered. How anyone could do
that
to themselves she’d never understand. He wore only a pair of sweatpants that rode low on narrow hips. “Mr. Connolly?” she asked through the door as she and Freddie showed their badges.

“Yeah. What do you want?”

“We need a few minutes of your time. May we come in?”

“Not without a warrant.”

“You got something to hide in there?”

“Nope, but I got rights, and you ain’t comin’ in my house.”

A naked woman appeared in the front hall behind him. “What’s going on?”

“Nothin’, babe. Go back to bed. I’ll be right there.”

The woman walked away as nonchalantly as she’d appeared, as if it was a regular routine for her to walk around naked in front of strangers. Maybe it was.

“Let us in, Mr. Connolly, or we’ll take you downtown to chat. Your call.”

With a growl that Sam could hear through the glass, he pushed open the door and then walked away.

Sam and Freddie followed him into a dirty, messy space that smelled of stale cigarettes and beer.

In the kitchen, he lit up a cigarette and blew the smoke in their direction. “Not sure what you’re after,” he said, “but I didn’t do it. I been right here fucking my girl for the last twenty hours, and I got the used condoms to prove it.”

“As delightful as that sounds, we’re looking for information about an old friend of yours.”

“What old friend?”

“Lori Phillips.”

He let out a harsh laugh. “Ah, good old Lori who found religion and decided she was too good for the likes of me after I took care of her and her brat? That Lori? Why you sniffing around her? ‘Cuz she’s making trouble for your boy Gonzales?”

“That’s not why. We’re wondering when you last spoke to her.”

He thought about that. “Saw her at a party over the holidays. She wanted to talk, but I got something new going on, so I said hi and that’s it. Lori made her bed with me. She wanted to live clean and sober, and I wasn’t part of that.”

“You know anything about who her dealer might’ve been when she was using?” Sam asked.

“Right. I give you that info, and next thing I know you’re arresting me for using. What, do you think I’m stupid or somethin’?”

“We have no interest in arresting you, Mr. Connolly,” Sam said. “We’re looking for information about Lori. Only.”

“What’s she done?” he asked as he raised the cigarette.

“She’s been murdered.”

His hand froze halfway to his mouth. “
Murdered?
How? When?” He seemed genuinely surprised—and dismayed—to hear the news.

“We don’t have all the details yet, but we’re working on that.”

“I bet your buddy Gonzales knows what happened to her. She was making all sorts of shit for him.”

“We’re not looking at him for this.”

“’Course you aren’t,” he said with a bitter chuckle.

“What can you tell us about her friends, associates, dealers? Anything you can give us would be helpful.”

“She doesn’t associate with the people she knew when she was with me anymore. She’s gone clean.”

“We have reason to believe she was off the wagon when she died.”

“Really? Aw, shit. Kid worked really hard to straighten things out. She loved that little boy. Wanted to be better for him. I thought she was making a go of it.”

“Who were some of her friends, Mr. Connolly?”

“Sara Angelo was her best friend.”

“Do you know where we can find her?”

“She actually lives two blocks that way.” He rattled off the street name. “Don’t know the number though. Saw her at the 7-Eleven a couple weeks ago, otherwise I wouldn’t have known she was so close.”

“Who’s Lori’s dealer?”

He shook his head. “You’re gonna have to find that out for yourselves. I know you’re standing here in my house telling me it ain’t gonna come back to bite me in the ass, but you’ll have to excuse me if I’m not buyin’ that. Been burned too many times already by your kind.”

“How about the names of any friends from her partying days?”

Rex shook his head. “Can’t help you there, either. I start sending cops to those guys, and I’ll be in the morgue next to Lori.”

“We could take you downtown until you feel more compelled to cooperate.”

“And I’d be sprung before your tour ends, and you know it. I’m not giving you those names.” He crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Arrest me if you want to. Won’t get you anywhere.”

Sam tried to stare him down, but he never blinked.

“I’d like to help you get whoever did this to her,” Rex said. “She was a nice girl and we had good times together, but I’m not risking my own neck for someone who’s dead. Not happening.”

Sam handed him her card. “If you think of anything that might help and you’re willing to share, my number’s on there.”

He nodded.

She tipped her head to tell Freddie to move toward the door. As they went out, he was busy on his phone.

“Got the address for Sara Angelo.”

Perhaps there was something to be said for owning a smartphone, Sam thought, but as long as he had one at work and Nick had one at home, she didn’t need one of her own.

They got back in the car, and Freddie directed her for several blocks until they arrived at another nondescript row of townhouses.

“Every one of them exactly the same,” Sam said as she took in the community. “How many times do you think I’d try to get into the wrong door if I lived here?”

“Daily?”

“Perhaps even hourly.” Sam glanced at him as she rang the doorbell. “Why don’t you take the lead here?”

“Oh, um, okay.” After a pause, he said, “Is this punishment? For busting your chops?”

“That would make me vindictive and mean, and I’m neither of those things. It’s about training, about bringing you along, about—” Her string of bullshit was interrupted when the door was opened by a flushed-looking woman with dark hair and eyes.

“Sorry,” she said, “I was working out.”

Sam and Freddie showed their badges.

“Detective Cruz and Lieutenant Holland, Metro PD,” Freddie said. “Could we have a few minutes of your time?”

“Oh, um, sure.” She stepped back to allow them to enter her well-kept home. After the last two they’d visited, hers was a refreshing breath of fresh air—literally. “What’s this about?”

“You’re friends with Lori Phillips?” Freddie asked.

“Yes,” she said hesitantly. “What about her?”

“When was the last time you saw or talked to her?”

“We were at a Christmas party together in early December. We text pretty regularly, though. Why? Is she in trouble? She’s worked so hard to turn her life around. So hard.”

“I’m sorry to have to tell you that she was found murdered this morning.”

Sara’s mouth opened and then closed when nothing came out. Her eyes filled with tears. “
Murdered?
” Her voice was barely more than a whisper. “Who would want to hurt her? She was the sweetest person.” And then her expression hardened. “The baby’s father. She was making trouble for him. I bet it was him.”

Freddie maintained his composure when he said, “It wasn’t him.”

“You have to say that! He’s a cop! Of course he didn’t do it. But who else could it be?”

“That’s what we’d like to know too.”

She swiped angrily at the tears on her cheeks. “Have you even
considered
that it might be him?”

“He has an alibi.”

“Right. Whatever. People like Lori, they don’t matter to you as much as another cop does. I get it.”

“That’s not true,” Sam said. “We want justice for her as much as you do.”

“Somehow I doubt that. She’s been my best friend since we were in high school. I bet I want justice for her more than you do.”

“Fair enough,” Sam conceded. “All I’m saying is that we care about every murder victim equally. We want justice for all of them. Can you tell us who else might’ve had a beef with Lori? Was she dating anyone that you know of?”

Sara was quiet for several minutes while she continued to wipe away tears. “There was this one guy she talked about a couple of times.”

“Do you know his name?” Freddie asked.

“Liam Hughes.”

“How did they meet?”

“Online a couple of months ago. She really liked him.”

“Do you know which online service she went through?” Freddie asked.

“I think she met him through a site called DateFinder.”

“Where does he live?”

“In Baltimore, I think.”

Sam wanted to moan at the thought of going all the way to Baltimore. “Do you know if she was with him yesterday or last night?” Sam asked.

“I really don’t know. I was away for much of the last week skiing with some friends in Colorado. I hadn’t talked to her since I got home. I was planning to call her today to check in.” Her shoulders sagged as the realization seemed to hit her all at once that she’d never speak to her friend again. “What happened to her?”

“She was manually strangled,” Freddie said. They’d learned from experience that it was better to just say it than to sugarcoat the truth.

“God,” Sara said with a sigh. “I don’t know anything about murder, but that sounds rather personal. You’re sure the baby’s father didn’t do it? It’d be awfully convenient for him to have her out of the picture, especially when she was making trouble for him.”

“It wasn’t him,” Freddie said bluntly.

Heartbreak turned to anger in a flash. “
How do you know that?
”

“We know
him
,” Freddie said. “We’ve known him for years. We know what’s inside of him and what’s not. He loves that baby, and he’d never do anything to cause him harm, including murdering his mother.”

Sam wanted to tell her partner he’d said that well, but she held her tongue. No need to pile on the platitudes. They weren’t going to convince this woman who’d never met Gonzo that he wasn’t capable of murder.

“Ms. Angelo,” Sam said in the softest tone she possessed, “one thing I’ve learned after many years on this job is to refrain from leaping to obvious conclusions until we have all the facts. That’s what we’re doing now—collecting the facts. And you’ve been very helpful. You’ve given us a direction we didn’t have before, and we appreciate that.” She handed over her card. “If you think of anything else that might be helpful to our investigation, please give me a call.”

Sara took the card from her.

“We’ve yet to contact all of her family,” Sam said, “so if we could ask for your discretion in the meantime, we’d appreciate it.”

“I’m not going to call the TV stations, if that’s what you’re insinuating.”

“It’s not, but we appreciate your discretion just the same.”

“I’m sorry,” Sara said. “I’m upset. She was my friend for a long time. We drifted apart during the years she was off the rails with that dirtbag Rex, but we’ve come back to each other recently.” Her voice broke and new tears tumbled down her cheeks.

“We’re very sorry for your loss,” Freddie said.

“Thank you.”

As they left the house, Freddie shook his head. “That never gets any easier.”

“Never will.”

“So I guess we’re going to Baltimore?”

“If we can track down Hughes.” In the car, she waited for Freddie to find the guy on his phone. “Can you explain the appeal of online dating to me? I mean how does anyone trust that they haven’t agreed to a date with a serial killer?”

“It’s possible your perspective on the issue may be somewhat skewed by your profession.”

“I hate to admit you’re right about anything, but...”

He laughed. “Painful for you, is it?”

“Excruciating. Still, I can’t imagine hooking up with a guy I met on the Internet.” She shuddered. “Super creepy.”

“I hate to remind you that you found a creep in your own apartment.”

Thinking about her ex-roommate, who was now her psychotic ex-husband, made Sam shudder. Four years of her life she’d never get back. “Damn, you’re on a roll of rightness today.”

“I love that. I’m going to let it go straight to my head.”

“Don’t injure yourself,” Sam said.

“I can’t hear you. I’m busy enjoying how right I am.”

“Get over yourself and find this guy she was cyber-romancing.” Sam took advantage of the opportunity to place a call to Archie. “Did Crime Scene bring in our vic’s computer from her house?” she asked when he answered.

“Not yet.”

“Apparently she had something going with a guy she met on DateFinder. I’d like access to that account ASAP.”

“I’ll let you know as soon as it’s in the house.”

“Thanks. Anything on the video?”

“Nothing but darkness and shoes. I’m taking screenshots for you. Whoever disabled the cameras knew how to dodge them so he or she wouldn’t be seen.”

“Great.” There went that lead up in smoke. “I’ll hit you up when I get back from Baltimore.”

“Baltimore? WTF?”