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Violet’s face lit up as she smiled. “Better than I expected. Every time I had a month off from deployments, Cami and I would spend a weekend together.”

“But not in Morrison.”

“No.”

“Do you believe your aunt could physically stab your sister to death?”

“I couldn’t say, as I haven’t seen her since I left town. However, she could have had someone else do the deed for her.”

Freeman snorted. “A murder for hire? Come on.”

“Who said money was involved?” she countered.

“Since you’re so determined to throw your aunt in jail, I have to wonder what else you’re capable of, Ms. Trevelyan.” Freeman stared at her. “The Army trained you well. No telling what Fortress Security has taught you. I’d say you’re capable of just about anything, even murdering your sister.”

CHAPTER FIVE

“THAT’S IT. WE’REdone here.” Noah pushed back from the interrogation table and helped Violet stand. Their teammates joined them.

Noah tossed a business card on the center of the table. “If you have more questions for Violet, call Fortress Security’s main line. They’ll pass a message to Violet.”

“Where are you staying?” Ellis demanded.

“Call the number. Violet will contact you as soon as possible.” He knew small town gossip would give the detective the information he sought soon enough, but Noah wasn’t in the mood to make his job easier.

He escorted Violet from the interrogation room, through the bullpen, and out the front door.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” drawled a low voice. “Long time, no see, Violet.” A tall, dark-haired cop leaned his back against the rental SUV, ankles crossed, arms folded across his massive chest. The sneer on his face marred his GQ good looks.

Her face lost all expression. “Fitz. You’re a cop?”

Noah studied the beat cop. So, this was Fitz Hanson, the jerk who dumped Violet because she wouldn’t put out.

“Of course. Family tradition. So, you finally came back to Morrison. Got to say I’m surprised. You lit out of here like a cat with her tail on fire.”

“I came back for Cami.”

He snorted. “Too little, too late. What good are you doing her now?”

“I’ll see that justice is done.”

Fitz straightened, glaring at Violet. “You’ll keep your nose out of the investigation if you know what’s good for you.”

“Is that a threat?” Noah asked, shifting position to stand partially in front of Violet.

“Who are you?”

“Hers. The name’s Noah. I asked you a question, Hanson. Are you threatening Violet?”

“Don’t have to threaten.” Fitz tapped his badge. “Anyone interfering in an active investigation can and will be arrested for obstructing justice. I’ll be happy to slap a pair of handcuffs on her or anyone else caught breaking the law.”

“You need to rethink your understanding of the law.”

“What do you know about it?”

“I was a homicide detective for ten years. It’s not illegal to ask questions or follow an investigation.”

“We do things our own way in Morrison.” Fitz’s smile was smug. “My daddy’s the chief of police, and he don’t tolerate no outsiders messing around in our business.”

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