She moved her plate away from Molson. “Mine.”
Molson tried not to smirk and failed. He shook his head in amusement. “What about going to Lawe’s supervisor?”
“What?” Drew frowned. “I’m not sure I can.”
“Why not? The guy has to have someone ahead of him on the food chain,” Molson pointed out. “And if Sterling really can find evidence that Lawe got paid off, then wouldn’t it be good to know who the guy is?”
“Do you really think that you can get them to agree to give up David? Would any of them be actual eye witnesses?” Drew polished off his plate, going to the counter for cake.
“I don’t know,” Molson admitted. “But it’s the best idea I got.”
“It could work, couldn’t it?” Bethany asked.
“Yes,” Drew said reluctantly. “If everything falls into place, it could work. The likelihood of these guys wanting to testify or the FBI giving immunity to them, almost zero.”
“You can still ask,” Molson went to get himself a piece of cake. He didn’t even wait to sit down before tasting it. “Mmm. Did you bake this?”
“The cooking channel and I have become good friends,” Bethany said proudly.
“Is there any way I can convince you to dump this brother of mine and cook for me?” Molson asked.
“No,” Bethany and Drew said in unison.
Molson shrugged unrepentantly.
“I’ll put out some enquiries,” Drew decided. “If I can figure out who Lawe’s superior is, I will contact him and see what it would take to get Michael’s case overturned. No commitments.”
“Okay,” Molson nodded. “I’ll see if I can get anyone interested in testifying.”
“I have no idea how you’re going to manage that,” Drew frowned, contemplating his brother.
“Honest,” Molson admitted. “I got no idea either. I figure I’ll find a way to get it done.”
“It’s doomed,” Drew said darkly.
Molson looked at his empty plate with regret.
“Shall I slice the last piece into three?” Bethany raised an eyebrow.
“Please,” Molson quickly replied.
Drew nodded. “I’m going to need to work out more if you keep this up.”
“Beth, you remember that shrink you used to see?” Molson asked casually.
Bethany frowned. “Holly Urshman? What about her?”
“I ran into her,” Molson answered. “She was asking about you. Wondering how you were doing.”
“Where did you run into her?” Drew wondered. He couldn’t imagine where Molson might find the psychiatrist.
“At the hospital,” he said truthfully.
“What were you doing at the hospital?” Bethany asked in concern. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Molson waved her concern away. “Point is, she asked about you. Is there some reason you don’t talk to her no more?”
“I got a new phone when I lost my last one,” Bethany remembered. She divided up the last piece of cake. “It came with a new phone number. I suppose after everything that happened, I just stopped seeing her. I’d found my answers.”
