Everyone declined, and he headed for the kitchen.
Dominique sat on the dated couch and crossed her legs. Amanda and Trent sat in a couple chairs.
“We’ve spoken to people at your firm and at Gabay, Finch & Earnest,” Amanda began. “No one is standing out to us as a suspect, but we will keep digging and following evidence.” She felt like a fraud even sayingevidence. As if they had a lot to focus on. A misdirect at best. An omission or white lie at worst.
“Good. Thank you.” Dominique crossed her legs the other direction.
Uncomfortable and self-conscious. Who would ever imagine themselves in a safehouse seeking refuge from a killer? It would seem not even Dominique for all the enemies she seemed proud to have amassed. Losing her friend must be impacting her greatly. Was she blaming herself, as if his death were her fault in a roundabout way? Amanda would be eaten alive by that guilt in her place. Even though it wasn’t valid. “Is there anyone who has come to mind since we asked the last time?”
“Since yesterday? No.” And there was the spark of defiance that Amanda had come to expect from Dominique Sharp.
“All right, well, Detective Stenson and I are going to headout. You think of someone, call me. If you need anything, see Officer McRoy.”
“Are you seriously taking my phone with you? I won’t turn it on.”
“Then it doesn’t matter if you have it.” Amanda hadn’t returned it after turning it off and had no plans of doing so at this time. It just showed how Dominique wasn’t her usual self not to ask about it until now.
“You can’t just take my phone. I have rights. And anything on there is private.”
“We will be getting a warrant, Dominique.” Amanda figured it was best to level with the woman.
“Whatever for?”
“You’re being targeted, and there might be something in your communications that can help us track this person down.”At least whoever hired them…
“Well, I don’t like this one bit.”
“If you want, we can get that warrant right now.” Amanda was prepared to do that if that’s what it took.
“It’s fine. Take it and go.”
Amanda turned for the door, wanting to see what was on the device even more after Dominique’s protests.
Before stepping outside, she and Trent let Officer McRoy know they were leaving. Officer Cochran was standing at the door waiting on them.
She kicked off the side of the house. “I feel comfortable in saying no one followed us here. Since you’ve been inside one car drove past, and that was just a few seconds ago.”
“I was keeping an eye on the way here. I didn’t see anyone standing out either. Unless you count this PWCPD cruiser on my tail.” Trent smiled at her.
“Very funny, Stenson.” Cochran rolled her eyes toward Amanda, which made her chuckle.
“Hey, I’m deeply wounded by the insult at my humor,” Trent said, feigning hurt feelings.
“Oh, please.” Amanda shook her head and got into their car, more than ready to leave here and get on with the case. If only it were that easy to leave Dominique out of her thoughts. “Is it just me or is that woman still hiding something?” she asked as Trent loaded in behind the wheel.
“Not just you.” He turned the car on and got them on the road for Central.
“But if she has someone in mind, why isn’t she telling us?” As Amanda voiced the question, she had the answer. “Dominique looks out for Dominique. Maybe she’s holding back on a name because something in all of it reflects poorly on her.”
“So she’s looking out for herself by not naming her potential killer?”
“I realize how it sounds.”
“Bizarre, yes. But it gels with what we know about her character. Still, though, to let her friend die and continue not to speak up, that is cold.”
“Of course all this assumes we’re right with our suspicions. Either way, I’m wanting an electronics warrant that covers her phone and laptop.”
“We should have got her laptop when we were at the safehouse. Want me to turn around?”
