Because now she had him.
He didn’t know it yet, but she had him.
That purse had been on her nightstand all evening. She had dropped her keys in it before bed. Her wallet was inside. A grocery receipt. A chapstick. A folded list of addresses she had been reviewing.
And now, thanks to Detective Tom Kessler, it also contained a lie on camera.
“Possession,” he said.
Dugan gave a low whistle.
Hale finally stepped farther into the room. “Ma’am, we’ve had reports of drug activity at this address.”
“From whom?” Claire asked.
No answer.
“What specific probable cause justified forced entry?”
Kessler’s face hardened.
“I said shut up.”
Claire didn’t.
“Who called it in? What did they report? Did they say they saw a sale? Did they say they saw traffic? Did they say they heard violence?”
Dugan stopped halfway through tossing a sweater onto the floor.
