“This Hernandez guy could be who ordered the hit on Sharp.”
“Yep.”
“You know him.” He wasn’t asking and leveled his gaze at her.
“I wish I didn’t. Before we continue this conversation, I’d like to speak with Dominique.” What she hadn’t yet said to Trent was they’d need to talk to Malone before speaking with Hernandez.
THIRTY
Amanda and Trent left the conference room and headed toward Dominique Sharp’s office with all the folders and the portfolio in hand. She was in the room, door shut, talkingatCasey with a raised voice. Through the window they could see that Casey was sitting across from Dominique, shoulders slumped.
Trent knocked. The berating stopped, and Dominique waved for them to enter. Casey stood and left. Amanda wanted to pass her a reassuring glance on her way out, but Casey’s gaze was on the floor.
“Yes, Detectives. What is it now?”
Amanda didn’t think she’d ever figure this woman out. Someone wanted to kill her, and she seemed more concerned about the inconvenience it caused to carrying on business as normal. “Were you going to tell us about Lucas Hernandez?”
“Tell you what?”
Amanda took a steadying breath and pointed at the vacated chair. “Would you mind?”
“By all means.”
Amanda sat and broached Hernandez a little less directly. “We heard that with the move to DC you are cutting some of your Woodbridge clients.”
“What of it?”
This woman gave new meaning to the expressioncool as a cucumber.Though if she didn’t adjust her attitude, she might becomecold as a corpse.The thought fired through and had Amanda chastising herself. “Not everyone was pleased with that decision.”
Dominique leaned back in her chair as if she were involved in a casual conversation. “People resist change at first, but it all works out.”
“We heard that Lucas Hernandez threatened your life.” Amanda clipped right to the point now, tired of playing games with this woman. The longer they dragged this out and catered to Dominique’s whims, the longer Christine Lane’s killer was free.
“Again, what of it?”
No denial or question about where they’d heard the news. She either knew or didn’t care. “Why didn’t you mention this to us when we asked if you knew of anyone who might want you dead?” Amanda emphasized the last word and thought it might jolt some reaction from the woman. Nothing. Dominique was just as O’Neil described. Impervious.
“I can’t remember everyone who has threatened me.”
“This just happened last Monday. And within a week, there was a murder in your home, in your bedroom,” Amanda stressed.
“And while that’s tragic, why would I think to mention Lucas?”
Given the referral to him by first name, Dominique didn’t seem intimidated by the man. “He said he could kill you in your bed.”Do I really need to remind her?
Dominique smiled, causing Amanda to tense. The fact she dismissed a man like Hernandez was unsettling.
“He’d never follow through,” Dominique said. “I know where the bodies are buried. That wasn’t the first time he’s threatened me, and it won’t be the last.”
Amanda couldn’t get over the woman’s lack of concern for her own life. Was she really that cocky, or was it as Amanda wondered before? Was there a reason they had yet to uncover? “Except that drug kingpins don’t always subscribe to reason, and they aren’t in the business of trusting people. You can’t be certain he’ll never come after you, knowledge of where the bodies are buried or not. But when you saybodies, are we talking about literal bodies?” The cop in her couldn’t just let her earlier comment slip by. And really, wouldn’t Dominique’s knowledge make her a potential liability for Hernandez? One that he’d want to eliminate?
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Amanda imagined the wordsattorney-client privilegerolling through the lawyer’s mind.
“All this talk about Lucas reminds me I need to cut him another check.” She pressed a button on her phone, and Casey’s voice came over the speaker.
“Yes, Ms. Sharp?”
