“Where?”
“Here.In my home.”
“Was anyone else here?”
He lifted his chin.“Yeah, I had people here helping me.”
“And the attendees will vouch for you?”
Anthony’s eyes shifted to the left again.“They should.”
Faith nodded.“Anthony, I’ve made a very nice career out of catching people when they lie to me.I’ve made that career even nicer by making sure that people who lie to me suffer the greatest possible legal consequences for both those lies and their actions.”
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you,” Anthony replied.“I didn’t kill them.”
“Give us some names,” Faith insisted.“Who knows?Maybe they’ll corroborate your story.”
Anthony thought for a moment, then said, “You can call Weaver.He was here overnight.Not likethat, but… he’s a good friend.”
Faith couldn’t care less about Anthony’s sexual history, but he was interested in what Weaver had to say about their whereabouts.He wasn’t a perfect witness for the purpose of an alibi, but maybe they could crack holes in his story and get more information that way.“What’s his number?”
Anthony gave it, and Jessica started dialing.Anthony flinched.“Wait, what?You’re calling him now?”
“Yep.”Jessica put the phone to her ear.
“No, I…” Anthony looked up, tapped his foot, then swore, a loud, rough, “Fuck!”that caused Turk to flinch.He snarled at him, upset at being made to react like that.
“Ah, hello Pizza Parlor,” Jessica said drily.“Sorry about that.Wrong number.”
She hung up and gave Anthony a cold look.“You want to try again?”
“I want a lawyer,” Anthony said softly.“I’m not answering any more questions.”
Faith and Jessica looked at each other.They hadn’t gotten the confession they wanted, but they had proven that Anthony was hiding something from them.
They didn’t have enough probable cause to make an arrest, though.Anthony definitely sat atop their suspect list, but they didn’t quite have enough to justify taking him in.
“Sounds good.”Faith pulled her notebook out.“Would you be willing to sign a statement to that effect?”
“What?”
“Would you be willing to sign a statement that you don’t want to answer any more questions until you have a lawyer?”
“What?No!Fuck you!I just need to say lawyer, and the conversation is over.I’m not signing shit.”
Faith looked around, but nothing with Anthony’s handwriting jumped to view.Damn it.They should ask for handwriting samples at the beginning from now on.
“Okay,” she said, putting her notebook back.We’ll be in touch.“I strongly suggest not trying to leave town.Needless to say, that would beverysuspicious, and we would absolutely put your name, face, and alleged crimes out there for everyone to see.”
“I just want a lawyer,” Anthony said.“I didn’t kill anyone, and I want to prove that.But you guys have already made up your mind, so I don’t want to deal with you anymore.Law.Yer.”
“Okay,” Faith said, lifting her hands.“We’re done for now.If we decide to make an arrest, you’ll know about it.We can assign you an attorney at that time.”
“Fuck that, I’ll call my own.”
“That’s fine too.”
The three agents left the house.Faith frowned at the sun, which had dipped noticeably lower since their arrival.
