Bring Me Flowers (Detectives Kane and Alton #2)(42)

Twenty-Six





Kane leaned over Rowley’s desk and stared at the computer screen. “How did you get onto her Facebook page?”

“I did a search and found her easily enough via my own page.” Rowley scrolled down the screen.

Felicity Parker’s smiling face beamed out at him from her Facebook page. His stomach clenched at the sight of her looking so happy in the selfie taken the morning of her murder. “She looks like she doesn’t have a care in the world.”

“No, she mentions getting a game bonus on Sunday night and posted on her timeline fifteen minutes before her boyfriend called her.” Rowley turned in his seat and looked up at him. “I’ve looked at all her posts leading up to her death, it’s all normal chatter, plans to go to the dance, what she planned to wear, how many characters she caught in her game.” He shrugged. “All the posts came via her cellphone.”

“When Wolfe gets back, he’ll go through her laptop and see what he can find. I’m not expecting him to get any information today—it’s getting late, and with his girls at home, he won’t be doing any overtime.” Kane glanced up at the sound of voices at the front counter. “Ah, that has to be Mr. Rogers’ lawyer. I’ll speak to him. Go and collect his client from the lockup.” He straightened and headed for the front desk.

“Deputy Kane, I presume?” The small, balding man wiped sweat from his brow with a gray handkerchief and glared at him. “I insist on seeing my client, Steve Rogers, this moment.”

Kane folded his arms across his chest, which made the lawyer turn beet-red. “And you are?”

“Samuel Jenkins, Attorney at Law in the State of Montana.” Jenkins fished a card out of his jacket pocket and waved it at him. “I insist on seeing the arrest warrant.”

Kane noticed Rowley waving Steve Rogers into a seat at his desk and frowned. “You don’t have to insist, we follow the letter of the law. I must insist you keep the details of this interview secret. We haven’t released any details to the press and want time to investigate before we give out any information.”

“Of course, I will instruct my client not to speak to anyone about the incident.”

“Thank you. Your client is waiting for you at my desk if you’ll come this way.” Kane plucked the card from Jenkins’ hand and ran his gaze over it then led him to his cubicle at the back of the room.

He took the arrest warrant from his desk drawer and handed it to Jenkins. “We had probable cause.” He stuck the document into the lawyer’s hand and waited for his reaction.

“You don’t believe my client was involved in murder, do you?”

“What?” Steve Rogers’ eyes bulged in astonishment. “Murder? Who has been murdered? Not Millicent?”

Kane leaned back in his chair and took a pen from the cup on the desk. “Who is Millicent?”

“My wife.”

“And why would you think anyone would murder her?” Kane raised an eyebrow. “Is she missing?”

“You don’t have to answer that question, it is not relevant to the arrest warrant, and in fact you don’t have to say another word.” Jenkins mopped his sweaty brow.

“If your client has nothing to hide and can account for his whereabouts between the hours of eight and ten yesterday morning, he is free to go; however, if Millicent is missing, perhaps we can help.”

“She isn’t missing.” Rogers moved around in his chair. “We argued and she is probably at her sister’s.”

Kane made a few notes in an attempt to appear uninterested. “Maybe you should call to make sure she is safe?”

“Call her?” Rogers scowled and his eyes flashed with anger. “Trust me, if someone murdered her they would be doing me a favor.”

“Mr. Rogers, I must advise you not to say another word.” Jenkins pulled a horrified expression. “You are in custody as a suspect in a girl’s murder. I suggest you refrain from uttering another word.”

“I’m talking to him. I didn’t murder a girl.” Rogers turned his back on his lawyer and lifted his scowling face to Kane. “I like to walk in the forest and Millicent believes I’m meeting women.” He let out a long sigh. “We argued and she left about ten minutes before you arrived. I was pissed, okay? I should have answered your questions. I haven’t killed any girls.”

Girls? Kane scanned the case file on his computer screen then turned his attention back to Rogers. “Do you take your dog for a walk with you?”

“I don’t own a dog.” Rogers gave him a quizzical stare.

“Did you see anyone or speak to anyone who can verify the time?”

“Yes, I spoke to Aimee Fox and Kate Bright at the traffic lights. It must have been around nine.” Rogers cleared his throat. “It’s not a crime to speak to my students.”

Kane smiled. He had caught him in a lie. “You told them you had been in the forest looking for your lost dog but you mentioned you don’t own a dog. Why did you need an excuse to be out for a walk?”

“I don’t know.” Rogers put his face in his hands and let out a mournful sigh.

“Can your wife verify what time you left yesterday morning?”