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“Entirely. We won’t put his career in any more jeopardy.”
Kit nodded once. “When do we do this thing?”
Navarro checked his watch. “Now. Let’s go. Thanks again, Dr.Batra.”
“No problem. I’ll have my official report ready as soon as possible. I still have some tests out to be run.”
Kit gave Alicia’s arm a pat. “Talk to you soon.”
“Counting on it,” Alicia said wryly. “Don’t scowl at the camera.”
“That’s her normal face,” Baz said, ducking when Kit swatted at him.
But the three of them sobered as they headed to the conference room, the noise from the gathered media growing louder as they drew closer.
The noise quieted abruptly as they filed in, and Kit was surprised to see the mayor and the district attorney already waiting. The DA was Joel Haley’s boss. Kit didn’t know him well, but Joel respected him and she respected Joel.
Joel, who was Dr.Reeves’s best friend. Kit had to push the image of Reeves’s green eyes from her mind. He’d been telling the truth.
So at least her gut instincts had been right on that.
Kit caught Tamsin Kavanaugh’s eye as she climbed the steps to the platform. Tall and athletic, the reporter wore a satisfied smirk.
Kit wanted to knock it off her face. Representing the dead was hard enough. If she was constantly looking over her shoulder for the damn reporter, she’d never get anything done. And if she was always worrying about long-range telephoto lenses, she wouldn’t be able to do her job at all.
She shot the reporter a cold glare. Tamsin’s smirk faltered, but then returned, smarmier than before.
Kit followed Baz to stand on Navarro’s left. The mayor and the DA stood on his right. Navarro read his statement, which covered Driscoll’s suicide and his role in the deaths of “several local women.” He credited Kit and Baz with the closure of the homicides, which set off a flurry of camera flashes, making Kit’s head pound. True to his word, Navarro did not mention Sam Reeves.
As expected, the first question was “How many women?”
“Our investigation is ongoing,” Navarro stated. “We’ll be able to provide more information after we’ve talked to the families of the victims.”
“How did you identify him?” another reporter asked.
“A confidential informant tipped us off,” Navarro said with no inflection whatsoever.
“Cause of death?” another reporter shouted.
“Manual asphyxiation,” Navarro replied. “We’ll be providing updates as we uncover new information. Thank you for your time.”
Then the mayor got up and said really nice things about the department and Kit and Baz in particular. Kit managed to stand straight and stoic, avoiding any of the reporters’ direct gazes.
Especially Tamsin’s. It would be just Kit’s luck to have her photo taken while sneering at the nosy bitch. Sure, it was Kavanaugh’s job to uncover news, but pouncing on a mourning family was beyond the pale. The Wattses had deserved privacy to grieve.
Finally, the torture was concluded and Kit and Baz were free to go. Baz squeezed her shoulder as they walked to their cars. “What do you want to do about Kavanaugh?” he asked. “We could have her pulled over every day for speeding.”
Kit chuckled. “Tempting. We’re just going to have to be more careful.”
“That’s a problem for tomorrow. I’m going back home to finish dinner with my wife. Navarro called when we’d just sat down to a roasted chicken.”
Kit’s stomach growled at the thought. “I went to Akiko’s for dinner. She smoked some salmon and we were going to eat like kings. I hope she saved me some.”
“She’s tiny. How much can she eat?”
“More than you and me put together. I don’t know where she puts it.”
Baz paused at his car, his expression serious. “You still having doubts about Driscoll?”
