Scarlett and Deacon exchanged glances. ‘His name was DJ,’ she said, ‘and he’s the right age.’
Marcus got it. ‘Demetrius Junior? He could have been. He had the right build.’
‘I’ll get on it,’ Kate said. ‘The question is, is she the one who you heard telling Demetrius that someone was coming when he was smothering you?’ She handed him an earphone and plugged it into her phone. ‘This is what we’ve got.’
Marcus put the earphone to his ear, hit play on Kate’s phone, and heard a harsh, angry voice asking for a lawyer. He listened several times, but shook his head. ‘I don’t know,’ he said honestly. ‘It’s such a fragmented memory, and this voice doesn’t even sound like the one I remember when I was talking to her face to face. Hearing her speak in person didn’t make me remember the time she spoke to Demetrius, so I don’t think my testimony is that relevant.’
‘I figured as much,’ Kate said. ‘But I had to check anyway.’
‘Her being associated with Demetrius’s son links her to the traffickers,’ Scarlett said.
‘Not closely enough,’ Kate said with regret. ‘Cross your fingers that we get something more useful out of her during interrogation.’
‘I can talk to her,’ Marcus said. ‘Maybe seeing me will startle her into speaking.’
Kate looked to Troy. ‘What do you think?’
‘You go in first,’ Troy said. ‘Confront her with what you know and see if you can get her to ID the older man. If she doesn’t budge, we can send O’Bannion in to join you.’
‘What older man?’ Scarlett asked, eyes narrowing suspiciously. ‘What do you know that you’re not sharing?’
‘Chill, Scar,’ Deacon murmured, with a light touch to her shoulder. ‘Nobody’s keeping anything from you. This was hot off the press right before Isenberg brought you in here.’
‘I even made copies for you,’ Kate said. ‘But we didn’t want to influence Marcus before he’d had a chance to ID her.’ She gave Scarlett a sheet of paper on which several photos were printed. Scarlett held it up to the light coming through the glass, so that Marcus could see too.
He rested his hand against the small of her back and leaned to look over her shoulder. There were three photos. Beside each was an enlargement of a detail in the original. The first was a trio of young women in short shorts and skimpy tank tops, arm in arm, smiling for the camera. The second and third photos were graduation pictures of other people – but which also included Alice Newman in the background. In the third photo, Alice, dressed in her cap and gown, stood with a man old enough to be her father. He was fit and trim, wearing an expensive suit, his arm tight around her shoulders. They weren’t posing for the photo and the view of the man’s face wasn’t complete, but the enlarged detail showed he was smiling with pride.
‘We got the name Alice Newman from the DMV database after running her photo through facial recognition software,’ Kate explained. ‘Then we cross-checked social media and found her tagged in this beach photo. The woman in the middle graduated from Kentucky Law too, so we searched the photos in her social media accounts.’
‘You’d think a lawyer would be more careful about her privacy settings,’ Marcus said.
‘Lucky for us she wasn’t,’ Scarlett replied.
‘We found Alice in the background of two graduation pictures,’ Kate went on. ‘The man in the third photo has no social media presence that we could find. He’s also not in the DMV database. Nor is Demetrius Russell, for that matter.’ She rolled her shoulders and cracked her knuckles. ‘Wish me luck. Sit tight, Marcus. I’ll motion you in when I’m ready.’
Unfortunately, Alice sat mutinously silent, staring at the glass when Kate had the guard turn her chair around. After working it for thirty minutes without a single reaction from Alice, Kate crooked her finger at the glass, motioning Marcus to join her.
Marcus drew a breath and squared his shoulders before walking from the observation room into Interview Four. He didn’t say a word at first. Just focused on Alice’s reaction when she saw him. He wasn’t disappointed, and neither was Kate Coppola.
Alice’s eyes narrowed, flashed with pure hate. Had Marcus not been expecting it, he might have taken an actual step back.
‘Hello, Allison,’ he said quietly. ‘Or is it Alice?’
She leaned back in her chair, her lips curving in a bitter smile, full of malice. ‘Well, well, well. If it’s not Mr Nine Lives himself. I should have killed you when I had the chance.’
Cincinnati, Ohio
Wednesday 5 August, 6.55 P.M.
Scarlett blew out a breath. ‘That clarifies things,’ she said to Deacon.
‘I’d say so,’ Deacon murmured. ‘The women still get me. They look all sweet, like butter wouldn’t melt in their mouths, you know? And then they go all Miz Hyde and freak me the hell out.’
Scarlett smiled at the genuine dismay in his voice. Deacon was the sharpest partner she’d ever had, but he tended to get blindsided by truly evil women. ‘It’s one of nature’s equalizers,’ she said, ‘like with sea anemones. They look like a pretty flower until their tentacles shoot paralyzing toxin into their unsuspecting prey, and then bada-bing. It’s game over.’
‘You are blood—’
‘You better not be about to say bloodthirsty,’ she warned. ‘I’ve got tentacles too.’
‘Pfff,’ Deacon scoffed. ‘But I’ll tell everyone that you scare me if you want me to.’
‘That’ll work,’ she murmured as Marcus took the chair next to Alice, spun it around and straddled it. ‘She was so close to him, so many times, Deacon. Why didn’t she kill him when she had the chance?’
‘I don’t know. She didn’t, though,’ Deacon said softly, lightly bumping his shoulder into hers. ‘Keep telling yourself that. He’s alive and she’s in custody.’
On the other side of the glass, Marcus broke his silence. ‘Why didn’t you?’ he asked Alice. ‘You had a number of opportunities to kill me even after your partner botched the pillow job. Thanks for saving my life, by the way. Demetrius was pretty close to finishing me off when you told him that someone was coming.’
Alice’s mouth opened in surprise before she could catch herself. ‘He was a useless fool.’
‘Bingo,’ Deacon murmured.
‘I so want her ass to fry,’ Scarlett murmured back.
Marcus shrugged at Alice. ‘You’re here and he’s not, so what does that make you?’
‘Obedient,’ she muttered.
Her lawyer cleared his throat. ‘Miss Newman.’
‘Don’t worry,’ she said with a laugh that chilled Scarlett to the bone. ‘I’m not going to tell them anything useful. Not unless I get what I want.’
‘And what is that, Alice?’ Kate asked.
‘Immunity. Total and complete.’
Kate choked on a laugh. ‘Really? I don’t think so.’
Alice smiled smugly. ‘Then you’re wasting my time. And yours. I walk or you get nothing.’
‘Perhaps,’ Marcus said quietly. ‘Or maybe Agent Coppola doesn’t need you. I wonder if DJ will be as stoic when she questions him.’
‘DJ’s just a boy toy. He knows nothing.’
‘Perhaps,’ he said again. ‘We’ll find out soon enough, because he’s in the interview room next door,’ he lied smoothly. ‘I’d love to see his face when he finds out his daddy is dead. Or does he already know? Will he still follow you around like a puppy when he finds out what you’ve done? I hope not. I’d like to see the kid grow a pair and throw you to the wolves.’
This time Alice’s shock was pronounced, her eyes narrowing to mere slits. ‘Fuck you, O’Bannion.’
Behind the glass, Deacon tilted his head. ‘How did he know that?’
‘He guessed,’ Scarlett said. ‘She said Demetrius was a useless fool. Marcus knew that Phillip had stabbed Demetrius. He knew that DJ was younger and Alice had him on a short leash at the gym. He added it up. He’s smart like that, you know.’
Deacon rolled his eyes. ‘I think I’m going to puke.’
Scarlett’s lips twitched. ‘Now you know how I’ve felt all these months.’