Dog One by Jim Riley

Author:Jim Riley [Riley, Jim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-08T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“Hathcock, Moen, and Thatcher”

“Mr. Moen please.”

“May I tell him who is calling?”

“Detective Moffat with the Eaglenest Police Department in Colorado.” I looked at my notes while I waited, which turned out to be several minutes. I’ve always wondered if all attorneys made you wait even when they didn’t have to.

“This is William Moen. How can I help you?”

He knew how he was going to help me. You didn’t take a rich client who was going to be a murder suspect and not know who was going to be calling you about it.

“This is Detective Moffat with the Eaglenest Police Department in Colorado. I’m investigating the death of Mr. Gittleson. I understand Mrs. Gittleson has retained you, and I wanted to call and ask you about interviewing her.”

“It appears you’ve already interviewed her a couple of times.” He was sparring but it didn’t seem personal. I could deal with that.

“Well, actually a detective from your area spoke to her at my request, but it appears they didn’t hit it off. He sounds like he can be a little obnoxious.” Under the bus for the cause, Bell. Sorry.

“Well, let’s don’t dance around it; is Mrs. Gittleson a suspect in the death of her husband?”

“Everyone’s a suspect until I clear them.”

“Is she your main suspect?”

“I don’t have a main suspect. I’m just trying to eliminate people at this point.” He wasn’t going to buy it, I knew, but it’s all it had.

“Why would you even consider her a suspect?” With Tish, I could chalk that question up to simply not knowing any better. This guy was an attorney; he knew why I’d suspect her. He just wanted to know if I had anything on his client besides what she’d told us.

“Well, I obviously can’t get into my case with you. I would just like to speak to your client to clear up a few matters.”

“Such as?”

“What time she left. Those kinds of things.” He didn’t believe me.

“I’ll tell you what. You send me a list of written questions and I’ll see which ones I will let her answer.”

Shit. Smart move and not unexpected.

I got the email address and told him I would send the questions to him. I asked him to please have her do it as soon as possible and reminded him that if his client didn’t have anything to do with it, it really did behoove her to cooperate so we could find the murderer.

The case was beginning to slow down. We were waiting on bank, phone, and credit card records, which could take up to thirty days. Even with court orders they could drag their feet. In my experience, the length of time corporations took to comply with court orders corresponded directly to how badly I needed the records. The more I needed them, the longer they took. I went home that night somewhat bummed.

The fourth day into the case may as well have been a holiday. Nothing happened worth writing in the case journal. It had definitely slowed down to the point that I couldn’t justify keeping Randy working on it.

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