Page 70 of Raging Inferno

He opened his mouth, but she waved a hand. “Water under the bridge now. We need to find Eddie Smith. He’s the perp.”

“We don’t know that for sure.”

Presley’s mouth dropped open. “Are you kidding me right now?” She held up a finger. “The man stole his partner’s credentials.” A second digit. “His father attacked me and lost his job. What more proof do you need?”

Reggie clenched his jaw. “Evidence, not conjecture. Yes, he’s at the top of the list, but we can’t afford to focus on him and overlook anyone else.”

“If he’s not the prime suspect, where is he now?” Kayne demanded, and Presley wanted to hug her coworker. He always had her back. “Why can’t anyone find him? That screams guilty.”

“I can’t answer that. I’ve already put a Be On The Lookout bulletin on his vehicle. If anyone sees it, they are to contact me. I tried pinging his phone, but it’s turned off.”

“Where was he staying while he was in town?” Dominic wanted to know.

“At the Hyatt. He checked out. No hits on his credit card since then.”

“He’s a detective,” Presley pointed out. “He’ll know how to cover his tracks.” She told him about the attempted break-in at Dominic’s house.

“You think it was Smith?”

“I do. I found a tracking device on Dominic’s SUV. He thought we were staying there.”

“Again, I advise you not to jump to conclusions without proof.”

Presley was finished with her old friend. She shoved to her feet. “We’re done here.”

“Presley—”

She stomped out the door but heard Kayne tell him, “Let us know if you get a hit on the BOLO.”

“I will.”

Then Dominic asked, “Are you attending Nancy Babcock’s funeral today?”

“Yes. I’ll see you there.”

Kayne leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Unclench.”

She elbowed him in the gut.

“Oof.”

“Retract those claws. We’re on the same side.”

She slowed down. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Uh, what was that? Did you apologize to me?” He jerked his phone from a pocket, hurried in front of her, and held it up. “Say that again. I want proof.”

“Go to hell.”

He chuckled. “There’s my Presley.”

“MyPresley?”

The voice behind her was a low growl. She turned toward Dominic. “Ignore him. He’s taunting me.”

“Now,cher, would I do that?”

“Yes.” She motioned Kayne forward. “Now go.”

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