White Collared Part Three: Revenge Read Free Page A

best friends. “Learn that in school, huh? You don’t need one. You’re not under arrest. We were just talking until your mother gets here. But if you don’t want to talk, we’ll take you to another room.”
    She pushed back from the table. “Let’s go. I’m done talking until my mother gets here.”
    Ouch. Who pinched her hip?
    Jaxon stared at her with concern.
    Her heart sped dangerously. She needed a pill or she’d faint.
    Nick’s spine straightened. “Officers, you’re treading on dangerous ground. Any communication between Ms. Martin and Mr. Deveroux is protected under the attorney-client privilege.”
    The cop scowled and held up his hands. “I’m just trying to figure out how a suspected murderer wound up at the same place as the victim. What was the victim doing at the apartment? Is she part of the legal team as well?”
    Dizzy, Kate collapsed into a chair at the kitchen table. “No. I don’t know what she was doing here.” If she’d only listened to Hannah at the office, her friend probably wouldn’t have come here tonight.
    Officer Price pulled a small notebook and pen from his pocket. “Start at the beginning.”
    She twisted her blood-splattered hands together and glanced nervously at Nick. He gave her a subtle nod. “I got home about a half hour ago. My door was unlocked. When I came inside, I found Hannah, and I called nine-one-one.”
    “Did you touch the weapon or any part of the victim’s body?”
    Slicing pain darted from her chest into her back as if she’d been the one stabbed. “Not the knife, but I did touch her face. I may have touched other parts accidentally, but I don’t remember.” She turned to Jaxon. “Could you get me a couple pills from my purse?”
    He hesitated, and for a moment she thought he’d refuse. Then he gave her a sad smile before going to dig them out of her purse by the front door.
    The cop raised a brow. “Is there something wrong, Ms. Martin? Do you require medical treatment?”
    She pushed her hair back from her eyes. “No. I have an anxiety disorder. My doctor prescribed medication to treat my panic attacks.”
    Jaxon came back and dropped two pills in her waiting palm. She couldn’t read his expression. Was he disappointed in her? Concerned? She hated not knowing.
    “Sorry to hear that, ma’am.” Officer Price’s suspicious gaze bounced between her and Jaxon. “You said you found her when you came home? Where were you?”
    Her breath caught, and she pressed her lips together.
    Nick held up his hand. “Ms. Martin, if it was related to Mr. Deveroux’s case, I’d advise you to invoke the privilege.”
    She exhaled. “Yes, it was. I’m sorry, officer, but my whereabouts were in relation to my client’s case and is privileged information.”
    Officer Price grimaced. “Convenient. You said your door was unlocked?”
    She nodded. “Hannah had a key.”
    “So she’s more than just another intern,” the cop said.
    A vice squeezed her heart. “We’re . . . friends. Since college.”
    “Do you know why she was here?”
    The guilt ate at her insides and burned her throat. When would those damned pills kick in? “I have no idea.”
    Liar.
    “Has she used your key before?”
    The flash from the camera startled her, and she jumped in her seat. “No, but we gave each other our keys in case we got locked out.” And for Hannah, it had happened on a regular basis.
    Officer Price’s eyes narrowed, and her chest constricted. She recognized that look. She’d seen it in the cops’ eyes in her hometown. Seen it in Officer Lawrence’s when he’d interrogated Jaxon.
    Disbelief.
    He was going to arrest her. Put her in handcuffs and lock her up behind bars.
    “When was the last time you spoke with her?” he asked.
    Breathe. “This morning at work.”
    “What did you talk about?”
    She crossed her legs. “Just girl stuff like periods and yeast infections.”
    He didn’t smile. “Right. Now what did you really talk about?”
    If she told