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‘comps’?” I don’t understand any of this comic bullshit. I wish she would get a real job and stop screwing around with demonic crayons.
“Yeah, we got them.” Eli brings a box from his office off the living room. “These are the pre-release issues. They are printed and ready to be shipped.” He puts a stack on the table. “These are the comps that are in progress. All in all we have issues one through four in their entirety.” He drops those on the pile. “These are just printouts of the scans of the work on issue five—it hasn’t been lettered yet—and then we have the photos from CSU for what she’s done of issue six.”
To avoid looking at those damn comics I start studying the photos. “It doesn’t matter how many times you see crime scenes, they are always shocking,” I sigh. “I don’t know how anyone could think Shayleigh could do this. I just don’t get it, but Glass won’t see any other possibilities.”
Eli is looking at the photos. “Having seen the crime scene firsthand, I know Shay couldn’t have done it. She retches if her steak is underdone.”
“I guess it’s because she’s the only lead.” I’ve been there, but I would rather not solve a case then put someone who’s innocent in jail. I guess that’s the difference between Glass and me.
Aiden continues leafing through, and does his best to inject levity into the room. “I’m glad I opted out of the Chinese food.”
“They only found two sets of prints in the garage. We don’t know who they belong to yet, but all my money is on the Messners. CSU is going to run everything to look for something that belongs to the perp. But right now, it looks like the killer left nothing to go on.”
This is uncomfortable. It’s bad enough looking at these comics, but now I have to question these bozos about their activities with my little girl. I take off my glasses and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Which one of you was with her last night?”
Aiden leans forward on the couch. “I got there at about 10:30 last night. We had dinner and went to bed around midnight.”
“That’s not what the preliminary report indicates.” I open the folder with the report to refresh my memory. “It says here that when the officers arrived Shayleigh wasn’t there.”
“No, she was there, but out in the studio,” Aiden protests. “She had a nightmare. I guess she couldn’t fall back to sleep and she went out to work.”
While I have Eli here I need to pick his brain. “What do you think?”
“If I were handed this case I know there would be some issues if she can’t be linked to the scene through DNA and there is no murder weapon.” Eli calculates for a moment; knowing him, he’s running the odds. “I wouldn’t think of pleading it out unless the consultants gave me an indication that the jury was sympathizing with her. That would be the only time I would consider a deal. Those drawings are damned compelling.”
Aiden pulls his phone from his pocket. “She needs a lawyer.”
Eli nods in agreement. “Who are you calling?”
“My lawyer,” Aiden says as though it should be obvious. Honestly I’m glad I didn’t have to suggest it, but I feel better knowing that she’s going to have a good legal team. Aiden puts the phone on speaker in time for the receptionist to pick up.
“Roth, Carmichael, Eddins, and Brunner, this is Genie, how may I help you?” a sweet voice answers the line.
Aiden puts a smile in his voice. “Genie, hey darlin’, it’s Aiden.”
“Aiden, what have you done now?” Genie reprimands. She knows him all right.
“I didn’t do anything; can’t I just call to say hello?” Aiden lays on the charm.
“No, you only ever call when you’re in trouble.” Genie’s Southern accent could melt glaciers.
“I’m not the one in trouble this time. Shay needs a defense attorney.” Aiden’s voice falls heavy with the seriousness of the situation.
“Did that sweet girl finally smarten up and try to
“Yeah, we got them.” Eli brings a box from his office off the living room. “These are the pre-release issues. They are printed and ready to be shipped.” He puts a stack on the table. “These are the comps that are in progress. All in all we have issues one through four in their entirety.” He drops those on the pile. “These are just printouts of the scans of the work on issue five—it hasn’t been lettered yet—and then we have the photos from CSU for what she’s done of issue six.”
To avoid looking at those damn comics I start studying the photos. “It doesn’t matter how many times you see crime scenes, they are always shocking,” I sigh. “I don’t know how anyone could think Shayleigh could do this. I just don’t get it, but Glass won’t see any other possibilities.”
Eli is looking at the photos. “Having seen the crime scene firsthand, I know Shay couldn’t have done it. She retches if her steak is underdone.”
“I guess it’s because she’s the only lead.” I’ve been there, but I would rather not solve a case then put someone who’s innocent in jail. I guess that’s the difference between Glass and me.
Aiden continues leafing through, and does his best to inject levity into the room. “I’m glad I opted out of the Chinese food.”
“They only found two sets of prints in the garage. We don’t know who they belong to yet, but all my money is on the Messners. CSU is going to run everything to look for something that belongs to the perp. But right now, it looks like the killer left nothing to go on.”
This is uncomfortable. It’s bad enough looking at these comics, but now I have to question these bozos about their activities with my little girl. I take off my glasses and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Which one of you was with her last night?”
Aiden leans forward on the couch. “I got there at about 10:30 last night. We had dinner and went to bed around midnight.”
“That’s not what the preliminary report indicates.” I open the folder with the report to refresh my memory. “It says here that when the officers arrived Shayleigh wasn’t there.”
“No, she was there, but out in the studio,” Aiden protests. “She had a nightmare. I guess she couldn’t fall back to sleep and she went out to work.”
While I have Eli here I need to pick his brain. “What do you think?”
“If I were handed this case I know there would be some issues if she can’t be linked to the scene through DNA and there is no murder weapon.” Eli calculates for a moment; knowing him, he’s running the odds. “I wouldn’t think of pleading it out unless the consultants gave me an indication that the jury was sympathizing with her. That would be the only time I would consider a deal. Those drawings are damned compelling.”
Aiden pulls his phone from his pocket. “She needs a lawyer.”
Eli nods in agreement. “Who are you calling?”
“My lawyer,” Aiden says as though it should be obvious. Honestly I’m glad I didn’t have to suggest it, but I feel better knowing that she’s going to have a good legal team. Aiden puts the phone on speaker in time for the receptionist to pick up.
“Roth, Carmichael, Eddins, and Brunner, this is Genie, how may I help you?” a sweet voice answers the line.
Aiden puts a smile in his voice. “Genie, hey darlin’, it’s Aiden.”
“Aiden, what have you done now?” Genie reprimands. She knows him all right.
“I didn’t do anything; can’t I just call to say hello?” Aiden lays on the charm.
“No, you only ever call when you’re in trouble.” Genie’s Southern accent could melt glaciers.
“I’m not the one in trouble this time. Shay needs a defense attorney.” Aiden’s voice falls heavy with the seriousness of the situation.
“Did that sweet girl finally smarten up and try to
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