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“Please have a seat, Dr.Reeves. We have much to discuss.”
Heart pounding, he obeyed. “Did you find Colton Driscoll?”
“You could say that,” Constantine said.
McKittrick sighed. “He’s dead.”
Shocked, Sam’s mouth fell open. “What? How? When?”
Oh shit. Do they think I did it?
“We found him in his house,” Constantine drawled, “hanging from a rope.”
Sam felt like he’d been sucker-punched. “Oh my God. Why?”
“He left a confession note saying he’d done the murders,” McKittrick said. “ME places time of death sometime between three and seven a.m. What was he wearing when he came for his session yesterday afternoon?”
Sam’s mind was reeling. “His mail room uniform. Khakis and a polo shirt. It was blue.”
“Thank you,” McKittrick said. “We stopped by your boss’s house after we finished at Mr.Driscoll’s place. Dr.Carlisle confirmed your story.”
Sam sagged in relief. “Thank you. Is she all right?”
“She’s fine,” McKittrick assured. “She was in a car accident with her husband last night. Both were treated for minor injuries at the hospital, then released, but her phone was smashed up. She said to tell you that she is okay.”
Sam closed his eyes, feeling a little dizzy. Vivian was all right and the detectives believed him now. Everything might be okay.
Except for Colton. That bothered him more than he’d expected it would.
Sam opened his eyes and found McKittrick watching him, her gaze still unreadable. “I’m surprised that Mr.Driscoll killed himself,” he said. “I wouldn’t have taken him as the type to do so.”
“Does this mean that my client is free to go?” Laura inserted, giving him a shut-up-now look.
McKittrick nodded. “We’ll be dropping the charges on resisting arrest. You did us a favor by bringing Colton Driscoll to our attention, Dr.Reeves, and we thank you. Please register your gun in California at the first possible opportunity.”
Sam shuddered out a breath. “Yes, of course. I’ll do that.”
“Then you’re free to go,” she said. “Baz, do you have his phone?”
“Yeah,” Constantine grunted. He handed Sam his phone. “Here.”
“Thank you,” Sam said politely.
She produced a small Milk-Bone-style dog treat from her pocket, then stunned him by smiling. Sam couldn’t rip his eyes away from her face. She was pretty in a cute-girl-next-door kind of way, but when she smiled, her whole face lit up.
“For Siggy,” she said. “We didn’t mean to frighten him.”
Sam’s mouth curved as he took the treat. “I’m sure he’s forgotten all about it by now, but he’ll enjoy the treat.”
Laura stood. “I’ll be taking my client home now. Sam?”
He gave a last nod to McKittrick, then followed Laura out into the hallway.
“Thank you,” he said to Laura. “For coming. I appreciate it. How much do I owe you?”
“Nothing. I figure I owe you that much. You ready to go?”
He regarded her for a moment, this woman whom he’d once loved. There was good in her heart, but there was a lot of awful in there, too.
