CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Cami pressed her face against the one-way glass, listening, fascinated, but also worried, as Connor began his interrogation. This seemed unfair to her. Why would one man need to lawyer up with such a huge team? Surely it indicated guilt, she wondered.
But Connor just went in strongly, not giving an inch to the bluster and threats of the three lawyers on the other side of the table.
“Release our client, now!” the lawyer to the right of the three pressured him.
Cami watched Rowan’s expression. The other man’s eyes grew colder, and his mouth turned down.
She thought he looked furious. But then, watching Connor, she realized that he was in his element. He was fighting back hard.
He spoke simply, effectively, and in a conversational tone, almost as if he was talking to a friend.
“Three women, who were playing Bordercross at the time, have been murdered within the past few days.”
“That’s unfortunate. But it’s not our client’s fault,” the lawyer shot back.
As she listened to Connor start with the questioning, one man alone against a rank of lawyers and a defiant suspect, Cami realized something else. Something that could be important.
Rowan’s phone was still lying in the tray.
Would it be possible to unlock it? It might not be necessary to hack. She’d seen the movement of his fingers earlier. She’d been watching closely in case he tried to pull any kind of stunt with that phone, being a high-profile IT expert. He hadn’t done, but she remembered how his fingers had moved.
A zigzag with a tail.
Cami tried the same. A zigzag with a tail.
It didn’t work, and she felt a thud of disappointment.
But maybe—maybe the tail had been longer. Maybe his finger had trailed down just one extra digit. Should she try again, or was she just heading for potential disaster here?
Knowing that three strikes meant she was out, Cami tried again.
The phone opened, and she huffed out a pleased and surprised breath. She’d done it!
Immediately, she put it onto flight mode so that there could be no incoming calls, texts, or messages from this time onward. That way he wouldn’t know that she’d been looking.
Connor was pressing on meanwhile.
“I need to know your whereabouts at the time of the deaths. The third victim was working on an expose of the company.”
“You can’t hold him for that. He didn’t do it. There’s no evidence. You can’t keep him here!” the lawyer to the left of Rowan said. “You have no proof that this game is connected to these murders in any way. And if you try to say so publicly, we will sue you for damages.”
“We want to know your client’s whereabouts,” Connor insisted.
With a sigh, the lawyer on the right said, “Give us the dates. We’ll take a look at our client’s calendar.”
Connor pushed over a printed page and the legal team stared down.
“Our client was out of state on the second date. That is confirmable,” the lawyer said. “We will provide you with that proof. We don’t need to confirm the other dates. It’s very clear the same person committed all these crimes. You need to release my client, now.”
But what if he’d organized someone else to do it? As a hit?
Now that was a thought, Cami wondered. Connor clearly suspected the same.
“We are going to need your client’s phone records, and also the bank details,” he insisted. “There’s too much at stake here not to need this information.”
“You’re accusing my client of having set this up?” the lawyer in the center asked, sounding outraged.