Bury The Witch by Dana E. Donovan

Author:Dana E. Donovan [Donovan, Dana E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-03-10T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Dominic and I arrived on the second floor of the Justice Center around eight o’clock. Carlos was already there, working his laptop to see what he could learn about Allen Brinkman, the attorney at Hartman Pierce and Petruzelli. He looked up from the screen just long enough to acknowledge us, until the blue and white bag in Dominic’s hand caused him to do a double take.

“Whoa, hello.” He pointed. “Is that Muffin City?”

Dominic tossed the bag down in front of him. “Got it just for you.”

“Thanks!” He began tearing into the bag. “Raisin nut bran?”

“No. Blueberry.”

He stopped in mid-shred. “Blueberry?” He looked up at me. “You didn’t want it, did you?”

I gave him a shrug, went around my desk and took a seat. “What are you working on?”

He liberated the muffin from the bag and sank his teeth into it. “Looking up Allen Brinkman,” he said, spitting muffin crumbs over his keyboard.

“Anything interesting?”

“Yeah, look.” He turned the screen around for me to see. “This is his LinkedIn page.”

“LinkedIn? What’s that?”

“Seriously?”

“What?”

“It’s a professional networking site,” said Dominic.

“Okay. Well, how am I supposed to know?”

Carlos tapped the screen. “Says here he’s a junior partner at HP&P, next in line to make full partner later this year.”

“Oh yeah, their new golden boy, I suppose. Probably handpicked to replace whatshisname.”

“Rivera.”

“Yes, Rivera. Ricardo Rivera.”

“The guy Dominic shot.”

“Justifiably,” said Dominic. “Rivera drew his weapon on me and wouldn’t stand down.”

“Sure, I’m just saying he’s the guy you shot.”

“And I’m saying it was self-defense. I had no choice but to—“

“Dominic.” I held my hand up, fingers splayed. “No one’s saying you weren’t justified. I hardly think there’s an officer in this building that wouldn’t have taken the shot. You simply did what you were trained to do.”

“Would you have taken the shot, Tony?”

“Come on.” I shook my head doubtfully. “I wasn’t there. I can’t speculate on something like that.”

“You said anyone would take it.” He looked at Carlos. “What about you?”

“No,” he answered, without hesitation. “I wouldn’t have shot him.”

“Ha. Well, then you’d have been dead now, wouldn’t you?”

“How do you know? He didn’t shoot first.”

“That’s because I didn’t give him the chance.”

“Guys!” I pointed to both of them. “Let’s end this now.” To Carlos I said, “What else does it say there about Brinkman?”

“Nothing, just that he’s Harvard educated, did four years in the Marines and is waiting on Mrs. Right.”

“Does it say if he’s working today?”

“No, Tony. It doesn’t post his daily work schedule.”

“Then what time does the law firm open.”

“Nine,” said Dominic. “Least it did when—”

Carlos interrupted, “When you killed Rivera?”

“Carlos!” I slammed my hand down on the desk hard. Carlos jumped. Dominic stepped back with that same look of terror in his eyes that I saw after I clobbered the refrigerator at home.

“Sorry.” Carlos closed the lid on his laptop and dragged it back sheepishly. I saw him glance up at Dominic and share a look of solidarity. Dominic nodded faintly.

“Okay. Dominic, what about the pawnshop on Van Buren you mentioned yesterday? Is it open?”

“Is now,” he answered.

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