Heart Break: An Isabel Swift Novel (The Isabel Swift Detective Series Book 1) by Moskwik MF

Author:Moskwik, MF [Moskwik, MF]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-06-28T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

The door to the interrogation anteroom opens.

“Crime scene techs are just about to finish sweeping Mr. Lennox’s house. We should have preliminary prints tonight and fiber tomorrow morning. We’re also waiting for the warrant to check Larry’s house since his case has been reclassified as attempted murder,” announces Izzy.

As she enters the room, Izzy catches Jameson staring at the senior Mr. Lennox through the one-way glass of the interrogation room. She turns to look at the angry father. The man on the other side of the glass sits still, but his extremities—his hands, his feet, his lips, his knee, his fidgety shoulders—all bounce and shake with barely restrained emotion.

“And Mr. Davis himself?” her partner asks after a time.

Izzy shakes her head. “Still unconscious, but the doctor thinks tomorrow he may come out of it.” Izzy pauses as she watches Mr. Lennox through the window. “Anything?”

Jameson shakes his head. “For the half hour we have been here, he has sat silently. A remarkable change from what we witnessed a while earlier in his house.” He pauses. “The straight spine, the proud bearing, the neat trim cut of his silver hair, the aggressive verbal attack upon you earlier. I find these traits are familiar to me. They remind me of something that I cannot quite put my finger upon.” Another pause. “Perhaps he was—”

“Military,” they finish in unison.

At the surprised look from Jameson, Izzy shrugs. “Maybe. Honor. Duty. Sacrifice. If he’s former military, that’ll come in handy.”

Jameson is quiet. Contemplative. “I was taken aback, Officer Swift, by the rage that he showed as he shot at us this afternoon. I know that it is difficult to lose a loved one, but to hold onto one’s anger so tightly for twenty-five years?”

Izzy shrugs again. “But if he blames the police for his son’s death, and then we show up at his house?” She turns and looks at Mr. Lennox through the glass. “If I had twenty-five years to be angry and bitter, I don’t know if my reaction would be that different. Well, maybe minus the shooting.”

Jameson is silent for a long time. When Izzy finally looks at him, she finds him staring at her with a look of unabashed curiosity.

“What?” she asks.

“You have compassion for Mr. Lennox,” Jameson observes with surprise.

Izzy nods. “You’re right. I do. It is a hard thing to go through, losing someone. And how we deal with it, what we do with the grief and loss and anger, sometimes it doesn’t happen in the way that it should.”

Jameson turns his gaze from Izzy to the man behind the glass. “If at all.”

Izzy shrugs. “Then again, everyone’s lost someone, but we don’t all turn into mass murderers. Some of us retreat or withdraw. Some of us use the sadness to do good work.” Izzy pauses. “And some of us turn into emotionally detached, data-driven Detective Inspectors. Isn’t that right, Jameson?” asks Izzy as she fixes him with an unblinking gaze.

The startled expression on his face tells her everything she wants to know about him.

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