“I’m not sure ifprisoneris the right term,” Kate replied.
“Is she being held against her will?”
“Potentially.”
“That’s the definition of a prisoner,” Rodney said in a dry tone. “Does Pamela have anything to do with these recent fatalities?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Does anybody in her circle have something to do with all this?” Lilliana asked.
“Possibly.”
“Get a warrant to search the property,” Lilliana said. “Present all your evidence to the DA, get a warrant, and see what comes down. Because, if she’s in harm’s way, we have to do what we can to help her.”
“I get it.” Kate reached up to her temples, trying to rub away a headache starting there. She snatched up her phone and immediately called the DA for a warrant. When she tried to explain the circumstances, the woman snorted.
“Because a psychic said so?”
“And because the mother refuses to give me any information about the daughter.”
“Try the husband again. Better yet, show up at his house.”
“I can do that.” She looked at her watch. “He’s probably gone to work though.”
“Go to his house, check it out, and contact him first. I’m not getting you a warrant based on a psychic.”
Kate slammed down her phone on her desk and glared at Lilliana. “I knew that would happen.”
“Simon again, huh?” Lilliana spoke with a note of apology in her voice.
“She won’t do anything based on Simon’s advice.”
“Of course not. It doesn’t matter how much he might have helped in previous cases, every time his information could be wrong.”
“And every time it could be right.” Kate pulled up her notes and dialed the husband. “I need to speak with your wife.”
“That’s just too damn bad,” he snapped. “My wife is resting.”
“So she’s at home?”
“Doesn’t matter if she’s at home or not. She’s delicate.”
“Delicateis not the issue. You can be there when I talk to her.”
“I’m on my way to work, so that’s not happening.”
“Then I’ll have to stop by your house.”
“No way,” he snapped. Kate heard the note of alarm in his voice. “I’m turning around and heading back home again. If I have to stay there and protect her from you guys, then that is what I’ll do.”
“Why are you trying to protect her from us?” she asked curiously. She put her phone on Speaker, so that her partner heard.
“You guys pounded her last time, asking all kinds of stuff about how she was trying to commit suicide or she’s the one who caused the accident. I don’t know, but she’s terrified of the police now.”
“Is she, indeed?” she said. “I wonder if she’s terrified of the police or terrified of you.”
“That’s enough of that,” he roared in outrage. “You want to talk to her, you should talk to her lawyer, our lawyer.”