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killed
Charlene in cold blood. No matter how he’d felt about her, she deserved justice. A
secondary worry that he’d barely allowed himself to acknowledge hung over him like
a dark cloud. The stigma of suspicion of murder hadn’t exactly helped his career.
He was in emergency medicine, so most of his patients didn’t give a damn about his
personal life. All they wanted to know was whether he could save their lives or make
them feel better. His patients weren’t his concern; the hospital staff was. In the
last week, he’d walked in on multiple conversations that had stopped abruptly. He
had no doubt who had been the topic of those conversations. Doctors, nurses, and technicians
he’d known for yearswere looking at him as if he had something to hide. They might not assume he was guilty
like Samantha and the Atlanta PD did, but they sure as hell weren’t treating him as
if they believed in his innocence.
“I’ve hired a private investigator,” Quinn said.
“That’s your choice, of course, but I don’t see the necessity.”
That was because Parker’s number one priority was keeping his client out of jail.
Nothing else concerned him. But if the murderer was never caught, there would always
be that doubt surrounding Quinn.
Leaning forward, he shook Parker’s hand. “I appreciate your help.”
“Call me again if you have the need.”
Hoping like hell the need never existed again, Quinn walked out of the attorney’s
office and right into the path of Detectives Murphy and Kennedy. A sick dread filled
him.
“Quinn Braddock, you’re under arrest for the murder of Charlene Braddock.”
Protesting his innocence would do no good. Figuring they’d cuff him, he put his hands
behind his back. He was surprised when Detective Murphy said, “No cuffs.”
“Dr. Braddock?”
Quinn glanced over his shoulder to see Parker standing behind him. The older man’s
wide-eyed, stunned expression would have been comical at another time. Looked like
that help Quinn hoped he’d never need was going to be needed after all.
“I’ll post bail as soon as it’s set,” Parker said.
Quinn gave a grim nod of acknowledgment. What was the point in speaking at all?
Samantha stood across the street from Charlene Braddock’s house. They were arresting
Quinn today. Murphyhad called to let her know. She had thought about being there when it went down, but
she knew Quinn wouldn’t want to see her.
She had been on the case night and day for five days now. This morning she’d done
something she had never done before—she had called in sick. Since her “vacation” was
over, she was supposed to return to work. However, her investigation was far from
over. The longer she investigated, the more convinced she became that Quinn was innocent.
Problem was, she was the only one who believed it.
Actually, Murphy had his doubts, too, but this was a high-profile case and the DA
had political ambitions. Whether Quinn’s arrest resulted in a conviction or not, fingering
a prime suspect would gain the DA and his office some mileage and extra publicity.
And to hell with putting Quinn through hell.
At that thought, her conscience roared a heavy, disgusted sound. Her lack of faith
in Quinn was indefensible.… She had never been more ashamed of herself. Using her
past as an excuse for her suspicions would have no weight with him. She hadn’t even
considered trying to apologize or explain. Instead she had devoted herself 24/7 to
either finding the real murderer or clearing Quinn. So far she had been successful
at neither.
The laptop hadn’t been as damaged as they had feared. The techs had easily accessed
Charlene’s emails and online accounts. The emails were unhelpful, mostly spam and
receipts for online purchases. The largest amount of her activity involved shopping
and a few posts on some social network sites. However, it was the last website Charlene
had visited
Charlene in cold blood. No matter how he’d felt about her, she deserved justice. A
secondary worry that he’d barely allowed himself to acknowledge hung over him like
a dark cloud. The stigma of suspicion of murder hadn’t exactly helped his career.
He was in emergency medicine, so most of his patients didn’t give a damn about his
personal life. All they wanted to know was whether he could save their lives or make
them feel better. His patients weren’t his concern; the hospital staff was. In the
last week, he’d walked in on multiple conversations that had stopped abruptly. He
had no doubt who had been the topic of those conversations. Doctors, nurses, and technicians
he’d known for yearswere looking at him as if he had something to hide. They might not assume he was guilty
like Samantha and the Atlanta PD did, but they sure as hell weren’t treating him as
if they believed in his innocence.
“I’ve hired a private investigator,” Quinn said.
“That’s your choice, of course, but I don’t see the necessity.”
That was because Parker’s number one priority was keeping his client out of jail.
Nothing else concerned him. But if the murderer was never caught, there would always
be that doubt surrounding Quinn.
Leaning forward, he shook Parker’s hand. “I appreciate your help.”
“Call me again if you have the need.”
Hoping like hell the need never existed again, Quinn walked out of the attorney’s
office and right into the path of Detectives Murphy and Kennedy. A sick dread filled
him.
“Quinn Braddock, you’re under arrest for the murder of Charlene Braddock.”
Protesting his innocence would do no good. Figuring they’d cuff him, he put his hands
behind his back. He was surprised when Detective Murphy said, “No cuffs.”
“Dr. Braddock?”
Quinn glanced over his shoulder to see Parker standing behind him. The older man’s
wide-eyed, stunned expression would have been comical at another time. Looked like
that help Quinn hoped he’d never need was going to be needed after all.
“I’ll post bail as soon as it’s set,” Parker said.
Quinn gave a grim nod of acknowledgment. What was the point in speaking at all?
Samantha stood across the street from Charlene Braddock’s house. They were arresting
Quinn today. Murphyhad called to let her know. She had thought about being there when it went down, but
she knew Quinn wouldn’t want to see her.
She had been on the case night and day for five days now. This morning she’d done
something she had never done before—she had called in sick. Since her “vacation” was
over, she was supposed to return to work. However, her investigation was far from
over. The longer she investigated, the more convinced she became that Quinn was innocent.
Problem was, she was the only one who believed it.
Actually, Murphy had his doubts, too, but this was a high-profile case and the DA
had political ambitions. Whether Quinn’s arrest resulted in a conviction or not, fingering
a prime suspect would gain the DA and his office some mileage and extra publicity.
And to hell with putting Quinn through hell.
At that thought, her conscience roared a heavy, disgusted sound. Her lack of faith
in Quinn was indefensible.… She had never been more ashamed of herself. Using her
past as an excuse for her suspicions would have no weight with him. She hadn’t even
considered trying to apologize or explain. Instead she had devoted herself 24/7 to
either finding the real murderer or clearing Quinn. So far she had been successful
at neither.
The laptop hadn’t been as damaged as they had feared. The techs had easily accessed
Charlene’s emails and online accounts. The emails were unhelpful, mostly spam and
receipts for online purchases. The largest amount of her activity involved shopping
and a few posts on some social network sites. However, it was the last website Charlene
had visited
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