Pursuit of Justice. Pamela TracyЧитать онлайн книгу.
behind Officer Friendly’s head. Except for that, the interrogation room had about as much personality as the ladies’ restroom.
Periodically, cops peeked in, as if they needed to see the prize fish Officer Friendly had snagged. She took a breath. “I’ve told you my name. You’ve brought up the file on the wrong Lucy Straus. That’s all. I liked your office better. Can we go back there?”
“No.” His hand hit the table, rocking the chipped, brown cup that held his coffee, and spilling tiny drops that looked like mahogany tears onto Lucille Straus’s folder. “Do you realize the seriousness of this situation?”
“I need to call my place of employment. Don’t I get one phone call?”
He sighed audibly. She felt some of the control return. She might actually enjoy sparring with him, if something other than her life were at stake.
The female officers brought in a phone and mentioned something about a delay in obtaining the fingerprints. Lucy dialed Liberty Cab and quickly, without telling them why, begged off her next shift. When she returned the phone to the cradle, she looked at the two-way mirror and exaggeratedly mouthed, “Thank you.”
“Why didn’t you tell them you were being detained by the police?” Sam laced his hands behind his head, pretending to be comfortable.
Lucy ignored his new tactic. “I’ll tell them tomorrow.”
Tomorrow? Even the word sounded doubtful. Lucy stopped herself from fidgeting. With effort, she met the cop’s eyes. It wouldn’t do to let him know she was afraid.
He nodded agreeably and leaned forward. “I’m interested in who taught you how to shoot?”
“Well, Earl Warren, that’s my—”
“Lucy Straus’s father’s name was John.”
“That must be the other Lucy.”
“You realize I can verify that?”
“You could try, but Earl was born on the reservation. I’m pretty sure he had no birth certificate. He was named after Hector Warren, who delivered him. Hector was one of those traveling salesmen. You know, they sold elixir. It’s quite a family story. Earl never really held much of a job. Manual labor, mostly.”
“You’re amazing.”
“Thank you.”
“It wasn’t a compliment. You’re wasting my time. This lying is just prolonging the inevitable. Earl Warren!” He almost spat. “There is no Earl Warren. Of all the names to come up with! Tell me, are you going to commit perjury when you go before the judge? Why can’t you tell me the truth?”
“You wouldn’t believe it.” Her words were low, deadly and displayed the faint hint of desperation.
“Try me.”
A hmm of mirth was the only honest answer she could give him.
Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.
When she studied her Bible the words sounded so comforting. Too bad they weren’t always true. In this situation, she was the only one who knew the truth, but no matter how she tried, she couldn’t fathom that sharing it would set her free.
Taking a breath, she said, “Earl Warren died suddenly under suspicious circumstances. It got a bit uncomfortable being around the family after that. Mama had a mental breakdown. She really missed Earl Warren—”
“Enough of Earl Warren!” His chair almost fell over as he jumped to his feet.
Lucy turned an innocent smile to the two-way mirror.
The female cop walked back in, righted the chair, turned it around and straddled it. What was this? Good cop, bad cop?
“I’m Officer Ruth Atkins. You really need to let us help you, Lucy.” Atkins’s voice was no-nonsense.
Lucy should have been prepared to see Ruth, but she wasn’t—like she hadn’t really been prepared for Samuel Packard. Of course, her research hadn’t focused on Ruth Atkins. It had focused on Ruth’s missing husband. Dustin Atkins had disappeared more than a year ago, the same week Lucy’s parents had died. He was probably dead; they were definitely dead. He had probably been murdered by the Santellises; they had definitely been murdered by the Santellises. From what Lucy could glean, Ruth had become a cop to fight the kind of criminals who had cost her a husband. Lucy had become a fugitive to fight the kind of criminals who had cost her everything.
“I’m pretty sure you have no right to detain me.” Lucy started to stand, but Officer Friendly put his hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back down.
This cop had also pushed her down in the parking lot and that bullet had whizzed over her head. She owed him. She owed him not to talk. He wouldn’t enjoy the mess she could lead him to.
Atkins spoke again. “We’re obtaining a search warrant now. What will we find in your home, Lucy?”
“Nothing, but you’d better not let my cat out.”
“Do you realize that you face up to thirty days for carrying a concealed weapon?”
If they’d let Lucy Straus do time, without any more background probing, that’d be fine. She’d do it. There were worse places than the county jail.
But, they’d taken her fingerprints.
The moment the cops identified her, she was good as dead. Police stations weren’t safe for her now.
She had to get out of here. “I’m sure any intelligent judge will take into consideration bullets were first aimed in my direction.”
“We have plenty of intelligent judges in Gila City. One thing we do need is your real name for the search warrant. What is it?” Officer Atkins asked.
Lucy looked at Officer Friendly. Why had he been so quick to boil over? She’d bet, when it came to interrogation, that he was more gifted than the female officer.
A gravelly voice came from the doorway. “Sam, I hear you picked up a—”
It was as if a vacuum suddenly sucked the air from the room. Adrenaline pressed against raw nerves, and although it was the last thing she wanted to do, she turned.
She knew the voice; it haunted her nightmares.
“Cliff, what is it?” Officer Packard slowly stepped toward the door. Tension became palpable.
Lucy figured he sensed the same thing she did, that the air in the room was about to implode, and that the victims would lose more than a piece of themselves. She being the biggest casualty.
He didn’t have time to make a difference. It only took two steps before Cliff Handley’s hands reached toward Lucy, opening, closing, as if he couldn’t decide whether to hit her or choke her.
“Rosa Cagnalia. I’m going to kill you.”
TWO
Suspicion turned to incredulity as Sam realized whom he’d arrested.
As Cliff wrapped beefy hands around her neck, Rosa Cagnalia became a Tasmanian devil of movement even as her face turned the color of blood. Cliff went down to one knee as a well-placed kick connected.
Sam let go of the breath he’d been holding.
He’d found Rosa Cagnalia.
Atkins reacted first, grabbing Cliff by the waist and trying to tug him away.
Sam added his weight to Atkins’s and wrenched Cliff’s fingers from around Rosa’s neck. Another officer hurried in and used his baton as a wedge. Using the wall as leverage, Sam managed to get his hand between Cliff and Rosa. His ex-partner emitted a sound, much like an angry bear, and rammed Rosa into the wall. Her head flew back, solidly connecting with the solid structure. Sam expected some noise from her then, but all she did was