Page 62 of Capture My Heart

Damn, he wished he could remove her from the suspect list. The cold showers were getting old. The only good thing was the hot water savings.

Stepping into the elevator, he pushed the button and his mind volleyed back and forth.

Innocent. Guilty. No Alibi. No motive. Yes. No.

He was ninety-nine percent sure she was innocent, but… until he could prove that last one percent, junior would not be coming out to play. No matter how much Amy turned him on.

By the time the elevator doors opened on the third floor, he’d convinced himself he could keep his relationship with Officer Larson professional. For now.

“Good morning, Trey.” Becca waved him into his boss’ office.

He nodded as he entered.

“Morning.”

Alex looked up from his case file and grunted. “I need more coffee. Been here since 5 a.m.” He stood and grabbed his mug. “You can give me an update while we walk to the cafeteria.”

Trey fell into step with him. “Do you want the good news first or the bad news?”

His dark gaze cut to Trey. “Why is there bad news?”

“Officer Amy Larson realized I was BCA. She even guessed I was investigating the corruption at Ashwood.”

“So you’re blown,” he huffed out.

“Actually, no. That’s the good news. She’s helping me with the reconnaissance.”

“Can you trust her?” His brow arched.

“Swenson and Whittier think so. My gut tells me she’s a solid cop, but I’m still watching her.”

“Okay, clear her and then you two need to wrap this up, and soon. Chief Martin and the police commissioner are riding my ass on this. He wants it locked down before reelections this fall.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And Trey, I don’t need to tell you to make damn sure she’s innocent before you trust her. Or anyone for that matter.”

His scar ached at the reminder of the last time he gave someone the benefit of the doubt. He acknowledged his boss but didn’t elaborate.

The rest of the trip to the cafeteria Trey filled his boss in on what he’d found. Back at his desk, he opened his computer and keyed up a search. He should be working on the Ashwood case, but after seeing his sister last night, he had to check out her ex. He typed Adam Murray in the search bar and waited. He wished he could get the guy's financials but he needed a warrant for that. The basic snooping would have to do. Three months ago, he got a misdemeanor for possession of a controlled substance.

“That’s a start, Adam boy. Let’s see if you’ve been spending.” He pulled up his social media accounts.

Trey examined Adam’s profile pic. Oh, the guy was using alright. The tale tell signs were all there. The skin, eyes, and teeth all looked to be haggard, and he sure didn’t look like a twenty-three-year-old.

He scrolled through the posts. New car in the last couple months. Flashy, too.

He switched sites. New friends it seems as well. Several posts show the same restaurant, Gardiner’s. That’s the one he’d eaten lunch with Jim and CJ at last week. His mouth watered just thinking about their risotto.

A quick glance at the time told him it was too early for lunch. He saved his findings and closed the search.

Pulling up another window, he accessed his files on the Ashwood officers. All their financials were clean, so were their immediate families. He was still waiting to hear if there were any offshore accounts in their names.

Unfortunately, the drug used to kill Warden Finden was as common as diabetes, as it was used in its treatment. He didn’t have access to the medical records, but just from chatting up the suspects he knew that all but one of them had a family member with the disease. The only one who didn’t was Amy, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have gotten her hands on some.

Time to look into rent-a-cop sites.

Two hours later, Trey realized his mistake. He should have used the incognito search.