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“Yeah!You can call her.I’ll give you her number.She’ll tell you we were together.”

“Anywhere in public?”Faith asked.“Anywhere someone who doesn’t have an interest in protecting you might confirm it?”

His face fell.“No, but… she doesn’t know about all the drugs yet, so she might not know that you’re calling because you suspect me of a crime.”

“I can’t imagine she won’t put two and two together when she hears that the police are calling for you,” Marcus said.

“Well… crap.That’s the best I can do.”

He slumped.Marcus sighed and looked at Faith.“All right, Mr.Ross.We’ll talk to the DA, but without a good alibi and with all of the other evidence—”

“Hold on,” Faith said.“I have an idea.Give me her phone number.”

Daniel provided the number while Marcus looked questioningly at Faith.Once she had the number, she left the room, Turk and Marcus following her.

“What are you thinking?”Marcus asked.

“I’m going to pretend to be his wife.See if we can scare the truth out of her.”

“You don’t think that would just make her pretend she didn’t see him?”

“Worst case scenario, we’re back where we started.”

Marcus shrugged, and Faith dialed the number from the police line.A moment later, a wary voice replied, “Hello?”

“Yeah, is this Olivia?”Faith said in a clipped tone.

“Um… yes?Who is this?”

“This is Shawna.Daniel’s wife.”

Marcus looked unsure, but Faith had a plan.“Hello?I know you’re still there, bitch.”

“Um… I don’t know a Daniel,” Olivia said.The trembling in her tone told Faith that was a lie.

“Really?So I didn’t see you screwing him through your window last night?”

“What?I… How did…”

“Yeah, I have pictures.I know you’ve been sleeping with him.Do yourself a favor and back off of my man before I find a reason to show up and deal with this myself.”

“I wasn’t with him last night.”

A spark of hope kindled in Faith’s chest.“Yeah?That wasn’t you I saw with your legs wrapped around his waist and that stupid look on your face?You sure?Because I can come over and look at the picture and see if it matches, and if it does—”

“Okay.Okay.I’m sorry.I didn’t know he was married.”

And just like that, Faith’s hope died.Daniel Ross wasn’t their killer.

“Really?What did you think that wedding ring was for?”

“He didn’t have a wedding ring.He told me he was single.He was hot, and he… well we… I’m really sorry.I won’t see him again.I promise.I would never sleep with someone’s husband.”

Faith sighed heavily.“Figures he’d lie to yet another woman.Girl, do yourself a favor and do your homework before you let some random asshole into your bed.I’ll do myself a favor and divorce this son of a bitch.”

“Okay.I will.I’m so sorry.”

Faith hung up and sighed.“Well, so much for that.”