Page 25 of I'm Watching You

She flexed her French-manicured fingers. ‘Where exactly did you say you found Harold?’

‘Behind Sanctuary Women’s Shelter,’ Zack said. Shock was natural, but this calm reaction wasn’t. Normally, when a loved one was reported dead, strong emotion followed.

But Jordan Turner didn’t show much sign that she was upset. In fact, she looked confused. ‘This doesn’t make any sense. Harold wouldn’t ever go to a women’s shelter.’

‘There’s no reason Mr Turner would be at Sanctuary Women’s Shelter?’ Warwick said.

Amusement softened her features, as if he’d just said something funny. ‘No, Harold would never go to a place like that.’

‘Why not?’ Warwick said.

‘He doesn’t support any charity unless it advances his standing with the media. And even if Sanctuary was a media darling, he wouldn’t support it. He doesn’t like quitters.’

‘Quitters?’ Zack said.

‘Women who give up on their marriages.’

Zack’s temper rose. ‘They’re abused women, Mrs Turner.’

The censure in his voice had her shoulders stiffening. ‘Until death do us part, detective. Those are the vows weall take when we marry in the church. We may not like the way our marriages turn out but that doesn’t mean we abandon our promise before God.’

‘You don’t believe in divorce,’ Warwick said.

She released the cross she had been holding. He could almost hear her defenses slamming into place. ‘I don’t. I also don’t believe in murder.’

‘No one says that you do,’ Zack said.

She raised a brow. ‘Please, I’ve been married to a defense attorney for five years. I know how it works. The spouse is always at the top of the suspect list when there is a murder.’

‘No one’s a suspect yet,’ Warwick said. ‘These questions are standard procedure. Right now we’re just trying to establish a time line.’

A fat rain droplet leaked through the porch roof and landed on Zack’s shoulder. He didn’t need to glance up to know the sky was about to open up.

Jordan turned, dismissing them as she reached for the front door handle. ‘I will contact my attorney and he’ll be in touch with you. If you have more questions, you can ask them of me in front of him.’

‘There a reason you need an attorney?’ Zack said. More droplets hit him on his broad shoulders.

She met his gaze head-on. ‘Harold said you always, always need an attorney when cops are around. Now I must go.’

Warwick stopped her retreat by asking, ‘Know of anybody who would want to kill your husband?’

The question made her smile again. ‘I’ll draw up a list.My attorney will submit it.’ She opened the door, then closed it in their faces as she went inside.

Warwick planted long hands on his hips. ‘Smooth, controlled, and not exactly torn up,’ he said, summing her up.

Zack turned up his collar as raindrops peppered the ground. ‘I’ll subpoena phone records and get a full background check on her.’

Rain greeted Lindsay’s Jeep as she pulled out of the Mercy Hospital parking garage. She flipped on her headlights and windshield wipers to cut through the river of water falling from the sky. Slowly she merged into traffic and followed the procession of red taillights onto I-64 West. The downpour made drivers hesitant and slow. The trip back to shelter was going to take longer than she’d planned.

Seeing Gail made her think of Jordan. Unable to resist, she picked up her cell and dialed Jordan again. She doubted Jordan would pick up, but she felt as if she had to try although she wasn’t sure what she’d say to Jordan when she got her on the phone.

After the third ring, the call connected.

‘Jordan?’

‘Yes. Why are you calling me, Lindsay?’

‘Because we need to talk.’

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