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breeze. “I heard a rumor that you guys were going to drag this out as long as possible so people will forget how upset they are.”
Humphrey lifted an eyebrow. “You heard a rumor? Would you care to tell us who told you this rumor?”
“Not particularly.”
“Well, I don’t address rumors,” Humphrey said.
“So, when filing my story, is it fair to say that you refused to answer charges of a potential cover-up?” Sophie asked. “I mean, that’s essentially what you’re doing.”
Humphrey scowled. “Ms. Lane, that is not what I’m saying at all,” he said. “There is no cover-up. I can promise you that.”
“So, when Nate Foley is well enough to be charged, are you saying he’ll be charged?” Sophie was dogged in her pursuit. She wanted Morgan or Humphrey to commit to a course of action before they could figure a way out of the media firestorm.
“If the suspect is proven to be guilty, then we will pursue every avenue we have to make sure justice is served in this case,” Humphrey said.
“Well, you’ve already got his blood alcohol test back, and he was belted in the driver’s seat of his car, so I’m kind of curious what other evidence you need,” Sophie pressed.
“She’s right,” one of the Detroit daily reporters interjected. “If this was anyone other than a politician’s son, we wouldn’t be having this discussion. Is Nate Foley going to get special treatment because of who he is? And, if so, how do you expect residents to take that? Should they just ignore it?”
Humphrey blew out a frustrated sigh and scorched Sophie with a murderous look. “I can promise you that Nate Foley isn’t going to get special treatment,” he said. “Once his health is … affirmed … we will be moving forward with prosecution. No one is above the law in Macomb County.”
Sophie fought to contain her smile. The tragedy was nothing to laugh about, but if Humphrey attempted to cut a political deal later on, he would lose his standing thanks to his public statements. She couldn’t help but be proud she forced his hand.
“Is there anything else?” Morgan asked, the set of his jaw grim as he scanned the assembled reporters.
“Just one more question,” Sophie said, internally smirking as Morgan’s chest heaved. “Has Chuck Foley been in contact with the prosecutor’s office regarding a deal for his son?”
Humphrey’s mouth momentarily dropped open and then he snapped it shut as he tried to hide his shock. “I am not at liberty to discuss any communication between the suspect’s family and my office at this time. Those … dealings … are private.”
“But just until they go in front of a judge, right?” Sophie asked. “There’s no way this case will be pleaded down to the point where it won’t go in front of a judge, will it? I mean, that would really get the residents fired up if that happened.”
“That will not happen, Ms. Lane,” Humphrey said, although the rising color in his cheeks told Sophie she’d hit the nail on the head. Chuck Foley had been in contact with Humphrey, and whatever they discussed had just been thrown out the window. “As long as the suspect recovers, this case will see the inside of a courtroom.”
Things were about to get sticky.
7
Seven
“ H ello , my lovely.”
Grady greeted Sophie with a kiss when she walked into the house shortly before seven. He was in a good mood as he prepared to dole this evening’s dinner concoction onto plates, and Sophie couldn’t help but marvel at how much better he was at the cohabitating thing than she was.
“What did you cook for me, my love muffin?” Sophie asked, taking a moment to wrap her arms around Grady’s waist as he toiled away over the stove. “I missed you today.”
Grady stilled, surprised by the naked emotion rolling off her. “What’s wrong, sugar? Did something happen?”
“Nothing happened,” Sophie said, pressing her ear to Grady’s back so she could hear his heartbeat. “Well, I
Humphrey lifted an eyebrow. “You heard a rumor? Would you care to tell us who told you this rumor?”
“Not particularly.”
“Well, I don’t address rumors,” Humphrey said.
“So, when filing my story, is it fair to say that you refused to answer charges of a potential cover-up?” Sophie asked. “I mean, that’s essentially what you’re doing.”
Humphrey scowled. “Ms. Lane, that is not what I’m saying at all,” he said. “There is no cover-up. I can promise you that.”
“So, when Nate Foley is well enough to be charged, are you saying he’ll be charged?” Sophie was dogged in her pursuit. She wanted Morgan or Humphrey to commit to a course of action before they could figure a way out of the media firestorm.
“If the suspect is proven to be guilty, then we will pursue every avenue we have to make sure justice is served in this case,” Humphrey said.
“Well, you’ve already got his blood alcohol test back, and he was belted in the driver’s seat of his car, so I’m kind of curious what other evidence you need,” Sophie pressed.
“She’s right,” one of the Detroit daily reporters interjected. “If this was anyone other than a politician’s son, we wouldn’t be having this discussion. Is Nate Foley going to get special treatment because of who he is? And, if so, how do you expect residents to take that? Should they just ignore it?”
Humphrey blew out a frustrated sigh and scorched Sophie with a murderous look. “I can promise you that Nate Foley isn’t going to get special treatment,” he said. “Once his health is … affirmed … we will be moving forward with prosecution. No one is above the law in Macomb County.”
Sophie fought to contain her smile. The tragedy was nothing to laugh about, but if Humphrey attempted to cut a political deal later on, he would lose his standing thanks to his public statements. She couldn’t help but be proud she forced his hand.
“Is there anything else?” Morgan asked, the set of his jaw grim as he scanned the assembled reporters.
“Just one more question,” Sophie said, internally smirking as Morgan’s chest heaved. “Has Chuck Foley been in contact with the prosecutor’s office regarding a deal for his son?”
Humphrey’s mouth momentarily dropped open and then he snapped it shut as he tried to hide his shock. “I am not at liberty to discuss any communication between the suspect’s family and my office at this time. Those … dealings … are private.”
“But just until they go in front of a judge, right?” Sophie asked. “There’s no way this case will be pleaded down to the point where it won’t go in front of a judge, will it? I mean, that would really get the residents fired up if that happened.”
“That will not happen, Ms. Lane,” Humphrey said, although the rising color in his cheeks told Sophie she’d hit the nail on the head. Chuck Foley had been in contact with Humphrey, and whatever they discussed had just been thrown out the window. “As long as the suspect recovers, this case will see the inside of a courtroom.”
Things were about to get sticky.
7
Seven
“ H ello , my lovely.”
Grady greeted Sophie with a kiss when she walked into the house shortly before seven. He was in a good mood as he prepared to dole this evening’s dinner concoction onto plates, and Sophie couldn’t help but marvel at how much better he was at the cohabitating thing than she was.
“What did you cook for me, my love muffin?” Sophie asked, taking a moment to wrap her arms around Grady’s waist as he toiled away over the stove. “I missed you today.”
Grady stilled, surprised by the naked emotion rolling off her. “What’s wrong, sugar? Did something happen?”
“Nothing happened,” Sophie said, pressing her ear to Grady’s back so she could hear his heartbeat. “Well, I
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