"Yes, but right now, she's drunk, and we practically caught her with a hand in the cookie jar. Get in there and get a confessionout of her. The woman was suing her stepdaughter for $20 million for defamation of character. She’s got a motive.”
"You think she gave Eden the fentanyl, hoping she would OD?”
"And when that didn't work, she shot her.”
"So, she was dumb enough to touch the bag of fentanyl, but smart enough to keep her prints off the gun?”
Daniels frowned at me. “You ever consider the fact that maybe Mrs. Scott wasn't alone?”
"Her husband was out of town.”
"I'm not talking about her husband. I'm talking about someone else.”
I had a prime suspect in mind.
I left the observation room, stepped into the hall, and pushed into the interrogation room. It took a moment for Lisa's eyes to focus on me, and another moment for her to recognize who I was. I took a seat across the table from her.
"Ah, a familiar face,” she slurred. “Can you tell these people that I'm perfectly sober and fine to drive home. If they don't trust me, they can give me a ride. But this is absolutely ridiculous."
I smiled and tried to disarm her. "I'll see what I can do. I just have a few questions before we let you go."
"Oh, thank God." She leaned in and muttered. "I'm not cut out for this kind of thing.”
That was obvious.
"Where were you tonight?"
"I met a friend out for a few drinks. I swear, I didn't have nearly as much as they're saying.”
"How many did you have?"
"Two. Maybe three, tops. But that was over the course of the evening."
"What time did you start drinking?”
She shrugged. "I'm not sure. Maybe 11 o'clock."
"Were you with your husband?”
She hesitated a moment. "No. He's out of town again.”
"Where's he at this time?”
She sighed and rolled her eyes. The smell of vodka on her breath hit me in the face. It was almost enough to makemetipsy. "He's got another speaking engagement. He travels the country and gives sermons at various churches.”
"You don't seem thrilled.”
She looked around and spotted the camera on the ceiling in the corner. "Is this off the record?”
"Sure," I said. Nothing in this room was off the record.
"I can do the goody two-shoes thing for a little while, but not 24-seven. I need to blow off steam like everybody else."
"Who were you blowing… off steam with tonight?”
A mischievous smirk curled her plump lips. "Does that really matter, deputy?"
"When was the last time you spoke with your stepdaughter?”
