Sam frowns. “Maybe we could subpoena Olafson’s communications?”
“Not without probable cause.” Slate stares over her shoulder. “What else you got?”
Sam opens a spreadsheet of suspects. “Social media believes Sienna and Calvin were tight. They had a public fight about him stealing a love song they wrote together.”
“Yeah, she mentioned that.” Standing behind my partner, I continue to rub tension away as she pops Twitter feeds and Facebook posts onto her monitor.
“You add their relationship to the circumstantial evidence and the DA has a slam dunk.” She moans and leans her head back into my chest letting my fingers do their magic.
Slate rubs a hand across his stubble. “Keep on it. Her ex has a serious ax to grind and at the time of his sentencing, it was believed he had millions socked away in the Cayman’s. It takes a lot of dough to finance a snow job. There has to be more and we need to find it, fast.”
Chapter Nine
Sam
It’s been a rough Monday, so when Suds opens the fridge and grabs a beer, I ask for one too. Instead, he brings me a hot chocolate. “Y’all should probably lay off the alcohol for a while.”
Have I been drinking a lot? I didn’t think so. What the fuck?I plop down on the couch, trying to figure him out as tiny marshmallows swirl in steam.
A few seconds later Suds eases down beside me, thighs touching. With his arm around my shoulders, I snuggle close and Cat jumps on his lap.
She eyes me with half lids, smiling how she got there first.
“Did you find out anything online?” He glances down at my laptop.
“Actually, I did. For instance, it’s almost fucking impossible to get electrocuted onstage. Someone had to have a fair bit of knowledge to pull this off. We need to talk to the stage hands. Damn. I wish we could get a look at the killer amp.”
“We’ll have access to all the evidence after the arraignment.” He chuckles at Catrina who jumps onto the radiator and mew-barks at a pigeon, cooing on our outside sill.
Who needs movies when you can watch Cat-TV? Distracted, it takes me a moment to gather my thoughts. “Can you find out who had access to his gear besides Sienna? I suspect it’s going to be the crux of this case, Watson.”
“I’m Sherlock. Or, if you’d prefer, I can be Jack Reacher or Philip Marlowe. You chose.” He kisses my cheek and I grin mischievously.
“Fine. You can be Scooby Doo.”
“Alrighty. That makes you Velma. Anyhow… Sienna told us today she took a course in electronics.”
“Jeekers, Scooby, the DA will have a field day. Did you check out the viral video? The one where she fought with Calvin? It was intense.”
Catrina catches both of our attention as she jumps for a fly that must’ve come in with Suds.
Amused, he leans back on the couch. “Yup. Sienna sure was mad, and rightfully so. They collaborated on a song and he tried to sell it right out from under her.”
“I was reading about her. Man, she has had so much bad luck and it’s so sad. Did you know when her ex faked his death, he left her penniless?”
“Then, Andy found her. It was hate at first sight.”
“Kind of like us?”
He cuddles up to me and kisses my nose. “Oh no, sweetheart. You loved me from the second you laid eyes on me.”
“Seriously? As I recall, you got me fired.” I poke an index finger into his rock hard chest.
“But after, you followed me to the bar in a sexy ass outfit. You wanted some of this.” He points to his cock.
“No way. I wore a cheap black work suit because I needed a job. I went to see Slate, not you.” I grin as he pulls my top off.
“But you came home with me, darlin’. You couldn’t resist my southern charm.”
