What I've Done (Morgan Dane #4)(29)

“No. He was out with three friends. Justin O’Brien is a freelance graphic artist. Isaac McGee is a software engineer, and Chase Baker works in the accounting department of a local credit union. All three confirm that they left the club around one a.m. Haley and Noah left at the same time, together. The police have a copy of the surveillance video that confirms this. They also interviewed club employees and patrons. So far, all the statements match in basics. We do not have a copy of the surveillance tape yet.”

“We’ll need to talk to all three of Noah’s pals and visit the club.” Lance wrote the young men’s names on the list. He stepped back and scanned the board. They were off to a good start. “Now, what about Haley? I’m having a hard time picturing her overpowering a healthy young man. She’s small. Noah had a generous size advantage.”

“Maybe she took him by surprise,” Morgan suggested.

“That plays right into the prosecutor’s murder charge,” Lance pointed out. “Self-defense doesn’t allow for sneaking.”

“Damn it.” Clearly frustrated, Morgan blew a hair off her face. “Could he have attacked her in the kitchen, and she grabbed whatever was handy to defend herself?”

“A knife isn’t a good weapon for an untrained woman. It’s too easily taken away and used against her.”

“But maybe he didn’t expect her to fight back. Or maybe he didn’t see her grab the knife.” Morgan rubbed her forehead.

“Good possibilities.” Lance added the questions to the board.

Behind him, Morgan was quiet. He glanced over his shoulder. Her face was grim.

“What’s wrong?” He turned around.

“I’m reading the sheriff’s initial interview with Haley.”

“And?”

“It’s disturbing.”

“Is Haley disturbing or Colgate?”

“It’s all disturbing, actually.” Morgan nodded toward the printer, which started to hum and spit out papers. “I printed you a copy of the interview and the police reports.”

“Colgate has been in law enforcement a long time. I’ve never heard of any scandals associated with him.” Lance collected the papers, then he perched on the corner of her desk and began to skim through the pages. “When did the call come in?”

“At eleven fifteen a.m. on Saturday, one of Noah’s neighbors heard a woman screaming outside and called 911. The deputy arrived ten minutes later and found Haley kneeling over the body. He confirmed that Noah was dead and called for backup. Haley was rocking back and forth on the grass, asking, ‘What have I done?’ over and over. He asked her for her name and address, but she did not respond to his questions. She was compliant but, in his words, ‘out of it.’ He asked her if she was injured, and she shook her head, indicating that she was not.” Morgan huffed. “Considering her mental state, she could have been seriously injured and not known it.”

Lance found the correct page on the police report. “The deputy also stated that he looked her over for injuries and found none.”

“He is not a doctor.” Morgan frowned. “He should have called an ambulance. She could have had a head injury or been under the influence of drugs. She could have been raped.”

“I agree.” Lance moved to the next page. “But he didn’t. And when she finally was examined, there was no evidence that any of those things occurred.” He held up a hand before she could protest. “We know too much time had passed for some of those tests.”

“But I’ll never be able to convince a jury the deputy didn’t make the right call.” Morgan rubbed the back of her neck and then went back to reading her computer screen. “At that point, the deputy gave up on getting any information out of her. She was wearing only the thin black dress. Her lips were tinted blue, and she was shivering. Not knowing what had happened inside the house, he didn’t want to enter the building without backup. The temperature was below freezing that morning. Concerned for her welfare, but also worried that she could be the killer, he handcuffed Haley and put her in the back of his car with the heater running to wait for the sheriff, who was on his way.”

Lance skimmed the next page. “Once backup arrived, the deputies cleared the house to make sure no one else was inside, dead or alive. The crime scene was secured, and the medical examiner and forensic team were called in forty-five minutes after the initial 911 call. The sheriff interviewed Haley in the back of the patrol car. The inside of the car was warm, but she still appeared to be cold, so he got her a blanket. During this very brief interview, Haley repeated her initial statement of ‘What have I done?’ Then she turned away and refused to speak anymore.” Lance lowered the papers.

“Colgate didn’t push very hard.” Morgan leaned back in her chair, picked up a pen, and drew circles on the bottom of her legal pad.

“At that point, he didn’t know about the fingerprints on the knife. He was covering his bases and not making assumptions.”

“Good point.” Morgan pointed her pen at her computer screen. “The deputies found her purse inside the house and identified her via her driver’s license. The sheriff decided to bring her into the station for further questioning.”

“He hoped the trip to the sheriff’s station would get her talking.” That’s exactly what Lance would have done.