Pierce nodded. “That’s a good start for me to work on her. Perhaps I can get her to give her DNA.”
“You have DNA from the crime scene where Richard’s and Imogen’s bodies were found, don’t you?” I asked suddenly.
He blinked.
“Come on. Pierce, we’re on the same side here.”
“Actually, we’re not,” he snorted. “But yes, we found DNA on the clothing.”
My breath quickened. “Blood?”
“Yeah. Usually, when you stab somebody that many times, you cut yourself, as well.”
“It wasn’t Nick’s,” I said suddenly.
Pierce didn’t answer.
“Have you checked Wayne Wilson’s DNA?”
“It’s being checked right now,” he said. “Wayne willingly gave us a swab the second I asked.”
I chewed on my lip. “What about Lisa’s dead husband? Ryan?” Pierce just stared at me. “Come on, Grant,” I said again.
“Fine,” he muttered. “Ryan gave up his DNA in an unrelated case when he was still alive.”
“What kind of case?” I asked.
Pierce shut his notebook. “It was a poaching case where the hunter cut himself. Ryan was one of the suspects. It wasn’t him, by the way. It was another guy named Joe, who we’d had poaching trouble with before.”
“Did you run Ryan’s DNA?”
“We did, and it doesn’t match any found at the scene.”
I looked down at the ice covering my bare knee. The two pillows beneath it were soft, and I thought I could take a nap. “You don’t really think Nick committed the killings, do you?”
“I honestly don’t know. I’ve never had anybody punch my mom in the face before,” he admitted.
He wasn’t wrong. It was a good motive. He texted something quickly into his phone.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Checking on the BOLO for Lenny as well as the warrant to search his house. It hasn’t come in yet. As soon as we get this guy inside an interrogation room, we’ll learn the names of the other two Cupids. I’m very interested in talking to the guy who shot Nick Basanelli with an arrow.”
I settled the blankets better over everything but my raised knee. “So am I.”
“No, you’re a witness. You’re not involved with this. Remember?”
My eyelids were heavy. “After being at two of the robberies, I kind of feel like I’m involved.”
He stared at me for a moment. “That is quite the coincidence. Have you felt like anybody’s following you lately?”
Yeah, I’d already given that some thought. “No, and there was no sense of recognition or familiarity from the other two Cupids at either robbery.”
Heavy footsteps sounded down the hall, and then Aiden strode inside the room. His gaze raked me from head to toe, stopping on my knee and moving to my wrists. “You okay?”
“I’m okay. Honestly. I didn’t even need stitches. Well, okay, I needed a couple,” I amended because he’d find out anyway. “My knee is just slightly twisted. No big injuries.”
He glanced at Pierce. “The Cupids again?”
