Page 79 of Unexpected Danger
“We are going to have to arrest you, ma’am.” Brodie pushed back his chair and stood.
“I told you I was sorry about that horse. That’s the problem with people these days. You make a tiny mistake and nobody even cares if you’re sorry.” Corker folded her arms around her chubby self.
Brodie listed off the charges.
“I didnotkidnap anyone. I told you the story behind that, and it is not my fault if you can’t understand. What is it with people?You try to do something nice, like take a homeless person off the street, and look what happens.”
It was a moot cause to try to explain anything to Renee Corker. Brodie nodded at Huang. “If you wouldn’t mind finishing up here, I would appreciate it.”
“No problem at all, sheriff.”
Brodie left the interview room. He paused and peeked in the window one last time, where Ms. Corker was animatedly telling Huang something, her hands flying as she spoke. If only they’d been able to catch Haack at Renee Corker’s house. That would have been the icing on the cake, as the saying went. But at least, most importantly, Londyn was safe, and while it may be the optimist in him, Brodie figured they were one step closer to finding Dustin Haack.
Chapter 22
Brodie didn’t particularly like having to visit people at their places of employment, but the sooner he spoke to Dorena Mohr, the better. He caught up with her just as she was leaving for the day.
“Ms. Mohr?”
“Maybe.”
Brodie was always amazed at the nerve of some when they interacted with law enforcement. Where was the respect? “Ms. Mohr, I’m Sheriff Brodie Brenneman.”
“I know who you are.”
“I need you to come down to the Sheriff’s Office and answer a few questions about visiting Dustin Haack’s house in Rowland.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Did you speak with Detective Rivas in Rowland the other day?”
Ms. Mohr’s head jerked up. “Maybe.”
“I have a few follow-up questions. It won’t take long. Are you available to meet at the station?”
She sighed an exaggerated breath. “I suppose.”
Of all the women Dustin Haack had trapped with his manipulative ways, Dorena Mohr, in some ways, was the worst. Probably even worse than Renee Corker. Dorena’s defiance, disrespect, and evasion of the questions didn’t make it easy.
Ms. Mohr arrived at the station seconds after he did. She skidded into the parking lot in her expensive vehicle, tossed him a disparaging glance, then followed him up the stairs and inside. Brodie led her into the interview room, read her her Miranda rights, and set a bottled water in front of her. “Would you care for coffee?”
“Nope.”
Brodie informed her he would be recording. “It is my understanding you went to Rowland to retrieve some items for Dustin Haack.”
“I don’t know why you’re calling him Dustin Haack. That’s not his name.”
“Then what is his name?”
Mohr rolled her eyes. “His name is Dustin Cays.”
Brodie made a note on his notepad. “What is your relationship with Haack, as I’ll refer to him by for the duration of the interview?”
“We’re dating.”
“Did you find it strange, then, when you saw all of those pictures of another woman on his apartment wall?”
Dorena Mohr muttered a few curses beneath her breath. “Not really. Londyn was his ex-girlfriend, and she did him wrong. I wasn’t worried or jealous or whatever because I know he hasn’t been back to his place since he’s been here on business. He’ll remove her photos once he returns to Rowland.”
