She leaned into Jericho and buried her face in his jacket. To think she had admired the man. It made her sick to think he was capable of killing. And, oh, God, he must have been the one who’d stabbed Ken.
“Sounds like all is lost in this case. We have one suspect who’s mentally challenged, another in a hospital bed. Now all the evidence has been destroyed.”
As she leaned against Jericho, she registered Roth’s words. She jerked up and met Roth’s eyes. “Not all the evidence,” she said firmly.
Roth’s eyes narrowed and uncertainty flashed there. Good, let him squirm. “What are you saying?”
“Lana just told me that the glass shards have melted. There will still be DNA evidence that I can extract from them. We still have hope.”
“That’s good news,” he said, but not with conviction.
“If I could get back to the lab—”
“No, Kate. You heard the doctor. You have to rest.”
“It wouldn’t take long to extract the evidence, Jericho. It’s important to preserve it.”
“Jericho, let her go to the lab. If it’s that important,” Roth said, giving Kate a sidelong look that sent chills down her spine.
“Report what you find to me. I’m happy to see you safe,” he said before he left.
The minute that Roth left, Kate got off the table and went to the door to peer out. Jericho and Lana exchanged looks.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure he’s gone.”
“Roth?”
“Yes. He killed Mrs. LePlante.”
Lana and Jericho looked at each other again. Jericho came over. “I think it’s time for you to get home, soak in a warm bath, and get that bed rest the doctor prescribed.”
“No, listen to me. When I got hit, a man walked by me. He had on these shiny shoes. I’m telling you it was Roth. He also has cuts on his hands from the glass shards. I know it was him. I have to get back to the lab.”
“To analyze the evidence?”
“There is no evidence to analyze. The fire destroyed all the biological evidence on those glass shards.”
“But you told Roth that evidence could be extracted.”
“I lied, Lana, so that he will come back to the lab to silence me. Then Sienna can take him into custody.”
* * *
There’s no way you’re going to act as bait,” Sienna said.
“It’s the only way,” Kate cried. “Wire me. Come on, we don’t have a whole lot of time. He might get suspicious. Do you want a murderer to escape?”
Sienna looked at Jericho. “What do you think?”
“I can’t believe that you’re even asking me when you’re closer to Kate than I have been.”
“Right.” Sienna went to the door. “Mike, would you get me a wire?”
“The minute he confesses, I’m moving in,” Sienna said as she taped the wire around Kate’s waist and fastened the microphone to her shirt.
“That’s fine with me.”