Dead Guilty by Beverly Connor

Author:Beverly Connor
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Mystery & Detective - General, Detective, Police Procedural, Georgia, Mystery & Detective, Mystery, Horror, Fiction - Mystery, General, Fiction, Suspense, Women Sleuths, Mystery & Detective - Police Procedural, Diane (Fictitious character), Women forensic anthropologists, Fallon
ISBN: 9780451411501
Publisher: Onyx Book
Published: 2004-09-05T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

Garnett and the sheriff dashed out the door. Diane wanted to go with them, but there was no reason for her presence. She stood in Garnett’s office a moment with a chill in the pit of her stomach. What was going on? She was beginning to feel responsible for not solv ing the murders. Maybe there was something she and her team had missed.

As she started out the door, Janice Warrick ap peared suddenly, blocking her exit. She had on her blue police uniform, her light brown hair pulled back into the same French twist she wore when she was a detective.

‘‘I know you think I blame you,’’ Warrick said, ‘‘and maybe I do a little, but Neva tells me you treat her fairly and take up for her with him.’’ She nodded toward Garnett’s office.

‘‘I try to treat all my employees fairly. Neva does a good job.’’

Janice Warrick stood for a moment, still in front of Diane, hesitating. ‘‘There’s something that’s been bothering me. I’m not usually a cruel person, but I said something cruel to you that had to do with your daughter being adopted—about your picking up strays. It’s weighed on me.’’ She hesitated a moment and Diane thought she might actually get teary. ‘‘I’m sorry about that. I was sorry as soon as I said it.’’ She turned abruptly and walked off before Diane could respond.

Diane left Garnett’s office and wove her way through the squad room. She stopped at the whiteboard a mo ment, looking for anything they might have thought of that she and her team hadn’t. But there was noth ing, no pattern or startling revelation jumping out at her.

On the steps outside the police station, she ran into Kacie Beck. Her blond hair hung in limp sections, and she pushed a lock of it out of her eyes when she saw Diane. Her blue eyes looked bluer, set in her blood shot sclera. She looked at Diane a moment, as if not remembering where she had seen her.

‘‘I was at the crime scene,’’ offered Diane.

‘‘I didn’t kill Chris. If you think I did, you’re letting the real murderer get away.’’

‘‘I don’t think anything. I just worked the crime scene. Can I ask you some questions?’’

‘‘I’ve told the police everything I know. I’m tired and I want to go home.’’

‘‘I can see you need some peace. I just have a few questions.’’

Kacie looked around. ‘‘Shit, I don’t have my car.’’ She dug in her purse and brought out her phone and scowled at the display. ‘‘They let the damn thing run down. The least they could do was turn it off for me.’’

‘‘Let me take you home.’’

‘‘Why not? But you aren’t going to get me to admit to anything I didn’t do.’’

Diane led her to her car, and Kacie got in on the passenger’s side and sat slumped in the corner. She looked even smaller than she did sitting on Chris Ed wards’ couch at the crime scene.

‘‘Buckle your seat belt,’’ said Diane.

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