Dev scratched his head. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for Kinsley to go back to her apartment. I can arrange for the computer to be picked up.”
He glanced at her, and she nodded her acceptance.
He let out a little breath. Right. He would expect her to argue with him, and why wouldn’t he? She’d been arguing with him since the moment they’d laid eyes on each other again.
The chief planted his dangling foot on the floor, the loud thump reverberating in the small space. “One more thing before I let you go. How about Louis Luongo? Was he ever the subject of one of your investigations?”
“Yikes, that guy? The wife killer?” She glanced at Dev, who didn’t seem at all surprised by this question. Had the chief told him something that he hadn’t shared with her? If so, was Dev keeping other things from her? “Don’t tell me you think he’s connected to this.”
“Right before the shooting, the chief told me that Luongo owns the boat he saw last night.” The pitch of Dev’s voice jumped up. “He’s looking to buy a house on the lake, and I was going to ask you about him, but then shots were fired.”
One of the last guys she wanted to talk about. “I investigated him a few times, but it’s probably just a coincidence that he was in town.”
“I don’t believe in coincidences.” Dev curled his fingers into fists.
“I don’t either,” the chief said. “Did you find anything that could be used to bring charges against him?”
“Nothing concrete, pardon my pun.” She wrinkled her nose. “And let me tell you, one of the investigations was near the time of his arrest for killing his wife, and the DA pressured me to find anything to keep him behind bars. I did my very best, but besides a lot of hearsay and rumors, there just wasn’t enough evidence to bring any charges.”
“And knowing you,” Dev said, “you did your very best to prove it.”
“I did.”
“Did he ever threaten you?” the chief asked.
“Trust me,” she said, “if this guy had threatened me, I would’ve reported it. I would’ve done anything to help keep him behind bars until they could figure out if he killed his wife. I still think he got away with murder.”
“As do most people.” The chief frowned. “But it’s not over. The detective is still working the case in his free time. I’ll contact him to see if he has any thoughts on Luongo’s relationship to the shooting, and see if I can chase down an alibi for the time of the shootings.”
“The sooner the better, as far as I’m concerned,” Dev said. “So take my statement, and you can get out of here to see if the creep has an alibi.”
“If you’d like to use the office, I can go out front,” Kinsley offered.
“Stay here,” Dev said. “I mean, please, stay here. It’s safer without windows.”
A heavy feeling settled in her stomach. “You don’t really expect the shooter to still be here, do you?”
“It’s possible,” the chief said, taking her attention from Dev. “Criminals often like to hang around to see the chaos they caused, even at the risk of being caught. Which is why my officers are canvassing out front and talking to anyone they don’t recognize.”
She clasped her fingers together on the top of the desk to stop the trembling that wouldn’t seem to leave her body. She had to face facts now. Even with police presence, she wasn’t safe. Anywhere.
Not anywhere at all.
