What I've Done (Morgan Dane #4)(73)

“Unless there’s something we haven’t learned about her yet. Kieran’s motivation for killing Noah is clear. He was jealous.”

“What about Justin and his arrest for date rape?” Lance started the engine.

“I think we’d better talk to him today too.”

“Maybe we should ask Isaac or Chase about it first. If Justin killed Noah, then Isaac and Chase are covering for him by providing him with an alibi. We could explain how that makes them accessories.”

“We will make no appointments this time. I want to question them individually, and I don’t want them to be prepared to see us.”

“Right.” Lance leaned across the console and planted a kiss on Morgan’s mouth.

“Not that I didn’t enjoy it, but what was that for?” She smiled.

“For understanding my mother and trying to minimize her fears.” Lance settled back into his seat.

“I know it didn’t work, and I feel bad that McFarland’s attack will affect her too.”

“Some things are beyond our control.”

“I know, but I love your mom. She’s part of the family.” Morgan fastened her seat belt.

Family.

The more time Lance spent with Morgan and her family, the less he wanted to live alone. Before their relationship, he thought he was content enough. But now he knew what he’d been missing. He wanted to help her get the kids ready for school every morning. He wanted to go to sleep with her every night and wake up with her by his side.

He wanted to be a part of her life rather than an accessory to it.

He was ready to make their relationship a formal commitment. Despite the events of the day, warmth filled him. Six months ago, the mere thought of becoming a stepfather to three little girls would have sent him into a panic attack. But now the idea filled him with happiness and memories of Christmas morning. Morgan’s kids racing into the family room at dark o’clock. Their high-pitched squeals of joy as they ripped through wrapping paper, the excitement of the day alone making them—and Lance—happy. Lance and Morgan sitting on the floor with the children, drinking coffee, very much feeling like a couple.

That’s what he wanted every day.

But what did Morgan want? Was she content living in Scarlet Falls and working as a defense attorney, or did she miss being a prosecutor more than she would admit?

“I can’t help but feel awful for Noah Carter’s family.” Morgan rested her head against the window.

“I appreciate that you can see both sides of the case, but there’s no point torturing yourself.” Lance started the engine. “There isn’t anything you can do to help that family.”

“No. Defending Haley is our job.” Morgan looked over at him, her eyes bleak. “Who do you want to talk to first?”

“Let’s try Isaac and Chase.” Lance turned onto the highway and pressed the accelerator, not feeling half of the confidence he’d tried to project. They had theories and possibilities to investigate but nothing concrete. Juries loved fingerprints and DNA and everything else they’d seen on CSI. The prosecutor had a mountain of physical evidence that pointed directly at Haley as the killer.





Chapter Thirty-Two

At eleven o’clock Friday morning, Sharp handed Noah Carter’s ex-girlfriend a business card through the open door of her apartment. “I’m investigating Noah Carter’s death. I was hoping you would answer a few questions about him.”

Callie Fisher lived in the residential district of downtown Scarlet Falls. The huge colonial had been converted into apartments.

“I can try,” the young brunette said. Instead of inviting Sharp into her apartment, she stepped out onto the long porch and pulled her door closed behind her.

Sharp approved of her lack of trust. Smart girl.

On the long front porch, four white wicker chairs faced the street. Callie walked to one and sat down. Sharp followed her, angling his chair so he could see her face.

She pulled her knees to her chest and hugged them. “I couldn’t believe it when I heard he’d been killed.”

Sharp commiserated with a nod. “How long did you date him?”

“Not long, less than two months.” She stared at the street, her focus inward.

“When was the last time you saw him?”

“I ran into him in the grocery store a few weeks ago.” She plucked at a hole in the knee of her jeans. When she looked up, her expression was wry. “This is a small town. You can’t avoid seeing an old boyfriend.”

“No. I imagine you can’t. Were there hard feelings between you and Noah?”

“Aren’t there always?” Her lips flattened, as she carefully considered her answer. “If the relationship had been perfect, we’d still be dating.”

“Good point.” Sharp nodded. “Did you break up with Noah, or did he break up with you?”

Her jaw tightened. “I broke up with him.”

Sharp heard nothing but honesty and sincerity in her voice. He waited to see if she offered a reason, but she didn’t seem anxious to share. Her reluctance piqued his interest.

“Why did you break up with him?” he prompted.

She swallowed, her gaze returning to the street as a minivan cruised by. “Look. I don’t really want to say bad things about him. He’s dead. His parents are suffering enough. They don’t need to read about their son’s faults in the newspaper.”