who knows—knew—Drew would’ve wanted him dead.”
She took a breath. “Have you reviewed the surveillance tapes?”
“They’re missing,” said Ethan.
Even though she didn’t move, she seemed to shrink in the chair. “Then it wasn’t a random burglary gone wrong.” She shook her head slowly. It wasn’t a question, and neither Nick nor Ethan responded.
“No witnesses?”
“We can’t share that information,” Ethan explained, tone almost gentle.
She closed her eyes briefly, shoulders slumping. “Is that all?”
“Two more questions,” said Nick. “Do you own a firearm?”
“No,” she replied swiftly, as if the mere question offended. “I don’t believe in them.”
“Did Drew own a firearm?”
“Not that I know of.”
“That’s it for now, then,” Ethan said, pushing his chair back and rising to his full height. He reached down to turn off the tape recorder and replace it in his jacket.
Augusta stood. “Th—”
The sound of the front door being unlocked and opened cut off her words. Her eyes widened, and Nick saw the flash of fear. Instinct kicked in and he moved in front of her, shielding her with his body as he faced the door, firearm in hand.
“Augusta?” a male voice called out. Nick recognized it, and so did the woman behind him. She skirted around him and hurried into the foyer, and Nick didn’t stop her. A tall, dark-suited figure was closing the front door behind him. He saw them and paused momentarily. Then, to Augusta, he said, “You know.”
Augusta nodded and walked into his open arms that wrapped around her tightly. Irritation flicked through Nick, making him wish he didn’t play bad cop so well.
Chapter Four
Nick shut the door of the unmarked four-door sedan harder than necessary, earning an amused look from his partner.
“Something bothering you?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why can’t you get the key in the ignition?”
Nick tossed Ethan a dark scowl. Ethan’s eyes were shut, but the smirk on his face made Nick’s hand ball into a fist. Instead, he started the sedan.
“So,” Ethan began, all mirth gone, “what do you think?”
“Langan’s entire family seems to think she did it.”
“Not his entire family,” Ethan said. “His brother doesn’t think so. And his version of their marriage is different from hers.”
Nick grunted. They had questioned Adam Langan that morning at the attorney’s office.
My brother was in love with Augusta…from the moment they met. He was more angry with himself for cheating on her than she was. He was dead set against the divorce, but then Augusta moved out and she refused to talk to him unless it was through their attorneys. She was more stubborn than him for once.
“How could she have pushed him over the terrace?” Ethan asked. “If it was only a ledge, sure, but not over the railing. He was twice her size.”
“Adam Langan has a possible motive,” said Nick. He checked his side mirror before steering the car onto the quiet street. “The CEO and chairman position just opened.”
Nick couldn’t help but wonder what other capacities Adam Langan would fill now that his older brother was gone. That he was thinking about Augusta Langan and her bed ticked him off. He had just met the woman, for Christ’s sake. To make matters worse, she was his best suspect in her wealthy, would-have-been ex-husband’s murder.
Shit . He always did have great taste when it came to women. And this one wasn’t especially fond of him. Poison had dripped from her words when she had assured him she wouldn’t be leaving town any time soon. She hadn’t wanted to take the business card containing Manhattan’s Nineteenth Precinct’s address and his phone number. Adam Langan had been the one to take the card, promising to call if either of them could think of anything that might aid in solving his brother’s
She took a breath. “Have you reviewed the surveillance tapes?”
“They’re missing,” said Ethan.
Even though she didn’t move, she seemed to shrink in the chair. “Then it wasn’t a random burglary gone wrong.” She shook her head slowly. It wasn’t a question, and neither Nick nor Ethan responded.
“No witnesses?”
“We can’t share that information,” Ethan explained, tone almost gentle.
She closed her eyes briefly, shoulders slumping. “Is that all?”
“Two more questions,” said Nick. “Do you own a firearm?”
“No,” she replied swiftly, as if the mere question offended. “I don’t believe in them.”
“Did Drew own a firearm?”
“Not that I know of.”
“That’s it for now, then,” Ethan said, pushing his chair back and rising to his full height. He reached down to turn off the tape recorder and replace it in his jacket.
Augusta stood. “Th—”
The sound of the front door being unlocked and opened cut off her words. Her eyes widened, and Nick saw the flash of fear. Instinct kicked in and he moved in front of her, shielding her with his body as he faced the door, firearm in hand.
“Augusta?” a male voice called out. Nick recognized it, and so did the woman behind him. She skirted around him and hurried into the foyer, and Nick didn’t stop her. A tall, dark-suited figure was closing the front door behind him. He saw them and paused momentarily. Then, to Augusta, he said, “You know.”
Augusta nodded and walked into his open arms that wrapped around her tightly. Irritation flicked through Nick, making him wish he didn’t play bad cop so well.
Chapter Four
Nick shut the door of the unmarked four-door sedan harder than necessary, earning an amused look from his partner.
“Something bothering you?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why can’t you get the key in the ignition?”
Nick tossed Ethan a dark scowl. Ethan’s eyes were shut, but the smirk on his face made Nick’s hand ball into a fist. Instead, he started the sedan.
“So,” Ethan began, all mirth gone, “what do you think?”
“Langan’s entire family seems to think she did it.”
“Not his entire family,” Ethan said. “His brother doesn’t think so. And his version of their marriage is different from hers.”
Nick grunted. They had questioned Adam Langan that morning at the attorney’s office.
My brother was in love with Augusta…from the moment they met. He was more angry with himself for cheating on her than she was. He was dead set against the divorce, but then Augusta moved out and she refused to talk to him unless it was through their attorneys. She was more stubborn than him for once.
“How could she have pushed him over the terrace?” Ethan asked. “If it was only a ledge, sure, but not over the railing. He was twice her size.”
“Adam Langan has a possible motive,” said Nick. He checked his side mirror before steering the car onto the quiet street. “The CEO and chairman position just opened.”
Nick couldn’t help but wonder what other capacities Adam Langan would fill now that his older brother was gone. That he was thinking about Augusta Langan and her bed ticked him off. He had just met the woman, for Christ’s sake. To make matters worse, she was his best suspect in her wealthy, would-have-been ex-husband’s murder.
Shit . He always did have great taste when it came to women. And this one wasn’t especially fond of him. Poison had dripped from her words when she had assured him she wouldn’t be leaving town any time soon. She hadn’t wanted to take the business card containing Manhattan’s Nineteenth Precinct’s address and his phone number. Adam Langan had been the one to take the card, promising to call if either of them could think of anything that might aid in solving his brother’s
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