The Last Invitation (57)
She was tired of being lectured to. “We don’t have a relationship.”
“Right.”
Before he could say anything else, she jumped ahead. “I’m not leaving the Bartholomew case.”
“There’s been a lot of damage in this matter. Ill will and bad feelings. Things said that are difficult to forget. It might be better to have fresh—”
“No.” Her fingers tightened around her pen. A little more pressure and she might snap it in half. “I will remain in as guardian ad litem, and if there are any more personal attacks against me, or my character, I will fight back.”
He scoffed. “There’s no need to—”
She waved her hand in the air. “You may leave.”
Chapter Fifty
Gabby
Gabby stared at the search warrant. “You’re a detective in Maryland. We’re in DC.”
“Right.” Detective Schone stepped out of the shuffle of people in and around the condo to talk with Gabby. “That’s why there’s a mix of Metropolitan Police and Maryland police here. Out of professional courtesy and as part of a long-standing multijurisdictional agreement, I’ve been given the okay to take the lead on the search.”
None of this made sense. Her house, maybe? But Liam’s?
Gabby wrapped her fingers around the warrant, crinkling the paper in her fist. “What are you looking for? Why are you here?”
“Is Mr. Fielding home?”
A nonanswer, but it said a lot. She was coming after Liam. Gabby couldn’t stop it, but she tried to slow down the hunt. Give him time to get here and call his attorney. “He’s on his way back from New York.”
Detective Schone stopped looking around the room and focused on Gabby. “Why was he there?”
Nope. Gabby refused to play the game where she answered questions and Detective Schone dodged hers. “Is this about Baines or the missing money . . . ?”
“You should wait outside.”
“No.”
Detective Schone smiled as if she enjoyed every minute of the discomfort she caused. “Excuse me?”
“He’s not here to watch over this, so I will.” Not that she had any right to be there. They could remove her, but she got the sense Detective Schone wanted her to experience every second of the building panic and insecurity. Gabby couldn’t stop anyone or ask a bunch of questions. She had to stand there and take it, even though seeing strangers paw through Liam’s personal space made her queasy.
“Are you claiming to be his attorney?” Detective Schone asked.
This woman always had a comeback. This time, Gabby refused to get sucked into a nonsense conversation that rambled in circles. “No, but Baines was my ex-husband.”
“Why do you assume this search relates to his death?”
Something in the detective’s tone touched off an alarm bell. It rang and clanked inside Gabby’s head, warning her to tread carefully. To not talk too much or say the wrong thing. “What else would it be?”
“You were attacked. You witnessed a hit-and-run. There are money issues of concern at Mr. Fielding’s business.” The detective shook her head. “Drama follows you.”
Her, not Liam, which is why this search still didn’t make any sense. Courts didn’t approve search warrants just to shake people up. Judges needed probable cause, which meant something Gabby didn’t know about touched off this sudden need to poke around Liam’s life.
But she couldn’t shake the conclusion that all of this circled back to Baines and his death. Gabby didn’t see the connection, but she glanced around, analyzing what the team picked up and placed in bags and boxes to try to get a clue. “Are you saying those incidents are related?”
“I’m saying no matter where there’s trouble lately, you show up.”
Gabby snorted at that. “I was thinking the same thing about you.”
A younger man came down the stairs holding an evidence bag. “Detective Schone? We found this.”
“What is that?” Gabby could make out a bottle and a needle but not the label. While she didn’t know every part of Liam’s private life, she didn’t remember any health issues or medicine. She’d been staying at his place for three days and hadn’t seen him take a single pill.
“This?” The detective’s smile grew wider. “This is a very big problem for your brother-in-law.”
Chapter Fifty-One
Gabby
“What the hell is going on?” Liam stood in the doorway, overlooking the carnage of what once was his pristine family room. He held a duffel bag and his keys as two officers took positions on either side of him.
Battling sensations of relief and sympathy warred in Gabby. She wanted to say something smart. Something that would ease the tension. Nothing came to her. After a few seconds of collective staring, she forced a few words out. “Thank God you’re here.”
“You’re back from New York,” the detective said. “I’m going to need to ask you a few questions about your trip.”
“Answer mine first.” He took a step forward, but one of the officers held him back.
The detective waved the man off. “It’s fine. Mr. Fielding can come in . . . for now. But take the bag.”