Ray glanced at him. "Who was that?"
"Savannah. I've been cleared to work the case."
"We haven't requested State."
"The moment I found those bodies, State was involved."
Ray didn't argue it. He moved to the glass and stood beside Noah, both of them watching the room on the other side. Callie had spread several photographs across the table and was arranging them in a row in front of Garrett like cards in a hand she was about to play.
"Garrett Finch," Callie started. "So you're a photographer for Strutz."
"No. I'm a freelance photographer who at times is contracted by Strutz. Some girls come to me directly without the agency involved."
"Yeah? And they agree to this?" She tapped one of the photos.
"Sure they do. Boudoir photos. Intimate, romantic, tasteful portraits. Nothing wrong with that."
"There is when they're under eighteen and they don't have parental consent," McKenzie added from behind her.
"I wouldn't know anything about that. The IDs I see say eighteen. For all the other images I take, I get consent."
"Not for these you don't." Callie fanned out another set.
"They're clothed in lingerie," Garrett said.
"Barely." She spread out a second group, more suggestive, some showing young women in staged positions alongside male models. "And what about these?"
"Erotic photos."
McKenzie raised an eyebrow. "You're showcasing the sexuality and nudity of women who are under eighteen."
Garrett leaned back and rubbed the side of his face. "They said they were eighteen. With makeup on, most of them could pass for twenty. I'm sure you've seen a lot of college girls with fake IDs."
"What about those scratches on your arms?" Callie nodded toward his forearms, visible below his rolled sleeves.
"Cut myself lugging photography equipment around."
“Risky work, laddie,” McKenzie said. "I hope you get danger pay."
Finch rolled his eyes.
“So you admit these are your photos?” Callie said.
“I didn’t say that. My photography studio isn't just used by me. There are other freelance photographers who use it. I hold on to some of their photos.”
“Sure you do. You got names?"
"Not really. Cash-only deals."
"Convenient."
Callie opened a folder beside her. "We pulled your record. Looks like you had a domestic incident a while back."
"What can I say. My ex was crazy."
"According to her, you held her forcefully at your home. Threatened her with a knife. Told her you could make her disappear if she didn't do what you wanted."
"Lies. It was her holding the knife, not me. By the time the cops arrived the knife was on the floor and they wouldn't listen to my side of it. Anyway, the charges were dropped. She decidednot to pursue it. She knew I would have proved she was the one out of control."
