“Detective Cruz, please request a warrant for the video at the Naval Observatory.”
He pulled out his phone and took care of her request right then and there. “Done.”
“So I guess we’ll just wait to see whether your car is spotted on the video. What does he drive, Detective Cruz?”
“Since I knew that’d be your next question, we’re looking for a black Honda Pilot, Virginia registration, CRH1022.”
God, he was good. “Excellent. Thank you.”
“So… so what if I went by her house? Since when is that a crime?”
“It’s not unless you lay in wait for Sergei to leave and then killed him,” Sam said.
“I didn’t do that.”
“What did you do?”
Sweat dropped from his chin onto the table. “I… I’d like to confer with my attorney.”
Freddie disengaged the recording device before he and Sam left the room, meeting up with Hope Miller in the hallway.
“Thoughts?” Sam asked them.
“I’d like to see the film from the observatory,” Hope said.
“How hard will it be to get that?” Freddie asked.
“There might be some hoops, but the Secret Service is pretty good about aiding local law enforcement when needed,” Hope said. “I’ll see what I can do to put a rush on that.”
“Thanks, Hope.”
“Are we thinking he’ll want to talk again today?”
“Not sure what to expect, honestly,” Sam said.
“I’ll hang for a bit to see if they call you back in.”
“Feel free to use our conference room while you wait.”
“Will do, thanks. How’s everyone holding up around here?”
“Trying to be business as usual with a gaping hole in our house and three of our own, plus a reporter dead and others in the hospital.” Sam shook her head. “A lot of disbelief about the Russian involvement.”
“I can imagine.”
“How’s Molly?” Sam asked of Hope’s daughter.
“Delightful and sassy.”
“I need a picture.”
Hope called up a photo on her phone and handed it to Sam. “Aw, she’s adorable.”
“We’re enjoying her. Thinking about giving her a sibling one of these days. We can’t believe she’s already almost five.”
“Time flies, doesn’t it?”
“Sure does.”
