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sergeant?”
    “Yes, sir.” The younger man all but clicked his heels before he turned and walked away, leaving Annabelle with Director Danley.
    Jim Norton rubbed the palm of his hand across his face as he studied Quinn Cortez.
The
Quinn Cortez. There had been a time when he’d been
The
Jimmy Norton, renowned UT running back and teammate of the even more renowned quarterback, Griffin Powell. Jim understood what it was like to have your reputation precede you and to often follow you around like a ghost from the past, a ghost from which you couldn’t escape.
    He’d listened carefully to everything Cortez had said and he’d interpreted the way in which the man had responded to questions. He’d also studied his body language as he’d sat there, cool as a cucumber, for the past hour. Jim’s gut instincts told him that Cortez didn’t kill Lulu. First and foremost, the man had no motive. At least none they knew of. And secondly, Jim had been impressed with the way Cortez had dealt with Chad George’s hostility and rudeness. His partner seemed damned and determined to make Cortez confess to the crime. Jim had come close to asking Chad to step outside a couple times before he crossed the line with his unprofessional interrogation. His reaction to Cortez wasn’t the norm for Chad, who often acted on emotion rather than logic, but always conducted himself in a professional manner.
    Jim followed the rules, never broke them—not in a longtime—and bent them only when absolutely necessary. Dealing with a lawyer as smart as Cortez put an extra burden on the Memphis police department and the bottom line with Jim was making sure neither he nor Chad did anything that even hinted of illegality.
    Been there. Done that. Wouldn’t repeat that mistake.
    “Are we about through here?” Kendall Wells asked as she rose from her chair and snapped shut her briefcase.
    “Maybe,” Chad said.
    “Yes, we’re though,” Jim corrected his partner. “And we want to thank Mr. Cortez for being so cooperative.”
    “Then my client is free to go?”
    “Certainly.”
    “Free to return to Houston?” she asked.
    Jim grunted. “At this point, I’d rather not make what I’m going to say official…”
    Ms. Wells sighed loudly. “He’s free to walk out of the Criminal Justice Center, but not free to leave Memphis. Is that it?”
    “We don’t have all the facts in this case. Not yet,” Jim said. “Once we have the autopsy report and we’ve interviewed—”
    “I won’t leave Memphis.” Cortez stood. “I’ll be available if you need anything else from me. But don’t mistake my cooperation for acquiescence. If y’all don’t find Lulu’s killer in a big hurry, the public and the Vanderley family are going to bring a great deal of pressure down on Director Danley. I don’t intend to stand idly by and do nothing until y’all arrest me for a murder I didn’t commit.”
    “What’s the matter, Cortez? If you’re so damn innocent, why are you afraid we’ll pin the murder on you?” Chad came out of the corner where he’d been standing quietly for the past ten minutes. “We’d have to have some really good evidence before we did that. You must be scared shitless that we’ll find that evidence.”
    Cortez glared at Chad, a killer stare that Jim figured hadmade many a man quake in his boots. Chad took a step back, but didn’t break eye contact with Cortez.
    “Lieutenant Norton, I advise you to rein in your partner.” Cortez eased his gaze from Chad to Jim.
    “We’re out of here.” Kendall Wells patted Cortez on the back.
    “We’ll be in touch,” Jim said.
    Just as Cortez passed by Chad, Jim heard Cortez warn his partner in a soft whisper, “Annabelle Vanderley is off-limits to you.”
    Before Chad could respond, Cortez and his lawyer were out the door. Jim clamped his hand down on Chad’s shoulder. “What was that all about?”
    Chad shrugged. “God damn son of a bitch. He’s the one who’d better steer clear of