Page 58 of Cause of Action

“No, he’s not. And he won’t be for a while. Is there something I can help you with?”

“Is he sick or something?” I asked.

“He’s in the hospital. His appendix burst, and he had surgery.”

“Shit.” I sighed.

“I’m taking over some of his cases,” he said. “I’m Detective Simon Kind.” He extended his hand.

“Morgan Ashley.” I placed my hand in his.

“Have a seat, Miss Ashley.” He gestured.

I explained to him the case I was working on. The funny thing was that he knew Roman and his brothers.

“Why wouldn’t Roman come to me with this?” he asked.

“Detective Lambert was the lead detective for the case,” Ispoke. “I need you to put a wire on me. I’m going to get Gregory to confess to the murder tonight.”

His eyes narrowed at me as the corners of his mouth lifted. “You remind me of my wife.”

“Then she must be an awesome person.” I smiled.

“She is. But here’s the thing. A recorded confession won’t be enough. I mean, it’ll be enough to arrest him, but we’re going to need enough corroborating evidence to prove that he murdered that woman and to get Roman’s client out of prison.”

“I can get the evidence that will put him away for life.”

“You said that the judge agreed to reopen the case?” he asked.

“Yes. The trial starts in two weeks.”

“Let’s go.” He stood up.

“Where?” My brows furrowed.

“To see the judge and get a warrant.” He glanced at his watch. “It’s almost lunchtime. We can catch him.”

I drove with him to the courthouse. When we reached Judge Barrister’s chambers, his secretary wasn’t at her desk, so Simon opened the door.

“Good. You’re eating lunch.” Simon smiled.

“Detective Kind, now is not the time.” Judge Barrister sighed.

“Hello, your honor.” I stepped inside.

“Miss Ashley, correct?”

“Yes. We’re sorry to interrupt your lunch, but this is important.”

“You have five minutes,” he said. “I’m going to start locking my door.”

“We need a warrant for a wire for the Williamson case,” Simon told him.

“I’m going to get him to confess to the murder of Grace Norway tonight,” I spoke.

“For God’s sake. No.”

“What do you mean?” Simon’s brows furrowed.

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