Page 16 of Innocent Intent

“So he’s pissed because they took him off the case, and you decided to rub it in a little?” She arched a brow, and he shrugged noncommittally.

“Not sure. You’d have to ask him for confirmation on how he feels. My decision was about the integrity of the investigation. Shall we get started?”

Once she nodded her approval, he lifted the remote that controlled the cameras and audio in the room. “I’m going to record this.”

“Understood.”

Davis wanted Cassidy’s attention purposefully focused on being recorded. As a profiler, Cassidy had watched and reviewed countless situations similar to the one where she found herself. She’d witnessed numerous potential suspects answering questions about crimes they were suspected of committing. She was to study their behaviors to identify their truths or lies through their posture, body language, delivery, and tone of their answers. Now, she was potentially in a situation where someone was doing the same to her.

They quickly navigated through her personal information before Davis began to dive a little deeper, possibly to rattle Cassidy.

“You arrived without a lawyer. Is there any specific reason why you choose not to have one present?”

“I didn’t think I needed one, Detective. This is just questioning, correct?”

He slowly nodded. “How were things between you and Mr. Williams?”

“Anderson,” Cassidy corrected with a stern look. “My husband’s name is Niles Anderson. I do not know Jerrod Williams.”

“Right. How were things between you and Niles? Any issues in your marriage?”

“Yes, actually, there were.”

“Such as?”

“I recently began to suspect that something was off. That my husband was keeping things from me.”

“Such as?”

“I wasn’t sure, but things were different between us. Niles was traveling more over the past few months. Spending more time on his phone—”

“Staying out late?” Davis interrupted.

Cassidy’s expression shifted immediately, as if she understood the intent of Davis’s question. The night Niles was murdered, he hadn’t come home, and she’d previously told Davis that Niles wasn’t the type to stay out late.

“No, actually. He didn’t often stay out late.”

“But he occasionally did?”

“Yes, on rare occasions.”

“But his recent behaviors led you to believe he was keeping things from you? That he was hiding something?”

“Yes.”

“And you weren’t aware of the alternate identity or the apartment he kept?”

Cassidy tilted her head slightly to the side, her fingers curled softly into her palm, creating a fist before she could stop herself. Davis caught the reaction. “Is that a statement or a question, Detective?”

“A question.”

“Then no, I wasn’t aware of either.”

“But you did feel as if he had secrets.”

“Yes. Secrets, like another woman, not that he had a secret life,” she stated firmly as her fingers further tightened.

“So you thought that Niles was cheating on you?”

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