They drove Josie to the police station in silence. An officer took her fingerprints and police photo, then removed all her jewelry and put it in a manila envelope. She was handed an orange snap-up suit, official attire of the Grand Springs jail. Then they brought her to interrogation room B. The syringe and clear glass vial had gone to the state labs for analysis; they probably wouldn’t have results back until at least Monday afternoon, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t question her about the articles now.
“Want to tell us one more time where that syringe and vial came from?” Stone did the talking. Jack wasn’t sure he could get his lips to move.
“I don’t know.”
“Come on, Josie. This will go a whole lot easier if you just cooperate.”
She looked at him flatly. “Gonna beat it out of me next?”
“Josie—”
“I want my attorney.”
“Sure, sure, in a minute. Why don’t you tell us where you got the potassium from. What about your pharmacist boyfriend?”
“I want my attorney.”
“And the syringe? Did you get the syringe from him, too?”
She pursed her lips together and stared back mutinously.
“Why?” Stone asked softly. “Why did you kill Olivia Stuart?”
“Detective, give me my phone call now, or the civil suit will keep you tied up in court until you’re ninety and Jessica will get to raise your children alone. Are we clear?”
They gave up and led her to the phone. It was a high-profile arrest—they couldn’t afford any stupid breaches of protocol. Cases like this were strictly by the book.
After Josie disappeared down the corridor to her jail cell, Stone and Jack went to meet with Chief Sanderson. He was at once proud and nervous about the arrest. He’d known Josie. He’d liked her, but not all criminals looked like Satan. With them in his office, he called the mayor and informed him of the news. The chief would prepare a statement for the press, but of course they’d want one from the mayor’s office as well. The chief looked them in the eye.
“You had a warrant?”
“Yes, sir.”
“It was a clean search?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You Mirandized her?”
“Yes, sir.” Stone grinned. “Come on, chief, would we ever do anything wrong?”
Sanderson rolled his eyes. “This isn’t fun and games, Richardson. You just arrested our city treasurer, for God’s sake, someone who’s been very active in the community—”
“Chief, she had potassium and a syringe taped beneath her bureau—”
The chief held up his hand. “I’m not saying she didn’t do it. I’m just saying we’d better have all our ducks in a row.”
“Ducks are in a row, sir, and quacking nicely.”
They were dismissed in time to meet up with Josie’s lawyer, a local guy Jack recognized from various functions. He didn’t look amused.
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