woman chuckled, but her amusement faded. “I still don’t know what he saw in her.”
Cronan knew. Olivia Davenport had assets even a blind man could appreciate.
“Is that all, Detectives?” Rachel Blevins’ cooperation had dried up.
“ For now, but call us if you think of anything else.” Angel handed the publicist her card. “Thanks for your time.”
Cronan handed over the woman’s nameplate after Angel stood to shake her hand. They made their way out of the office and headed for the parking garage. Both of them knew that Blevins would already be on the phone to her client. She’d give him the bad news and be eager to provide a convenient shoulder for Mr. Drop Dead Gorgeous to cry on when it came to Olivia. No doubt she’d prep him for two homicide cops knocking on his door.
He also pictured the woman shining her nameplate to wipe off his fingerprints.
“ Wow, she’s a cold fish,” Angel said when they were out of earshot. “Dead is a good excuse to miss dinner with her precious Ethan? What was that?”
“ Yeah, and if that guy is famous, how come I’ve never heard of him?”
“ That’s ‘cause your idea of music comes a quarter at a time.”
“ Ouch.” He grinned. “Low blow, Ramirez.”
They got to the lobby of the Trump Tower and were heading for the parking garage when Angel got a call on her cell.
“It’s Schumacher,” she said after reading the displayed phone number. “I’ve got to take this.”
From what Cronan heard from Angel’s side of the conversation, the forensics investigator gave his partner an update of his findings, but something surprised her.
“Are you sure?” She narrowed her eyes. After she ended the call, Angel took a deep breath.
“ I don’t like that look. What’s up?”
“ Things just got more complicated, Gabe. The ME did a prelim on the body. It seems our vic had sex shortly before she was killed. He found a trace of Spermicide, probably from a condom, but no sperm.” She shook her head. “If she had plans with Ethan Chandler for dinner, a guy she dated, then who’d she have sex with?”
“ Any chance Chandler was Mister Lucky? Maybe they had sex to work up an appetite,” he questioned.
“ The publicist told us that Ethan had rehearsed this week and hadn’t seen Olivia in days, remember? We need to confirm what she told us, but it looks like while Ethan waited for his date to show up at the restaurant, Olivia Davenport practiced safe sex with someone else.”
Given fiddle boy’s handicap, Cronan’s first reaction was to feel sorry for the bastard—a male bonding thing. The poor sap had waited for Olivia at the restaurant and left countless messages on her cell. Now evidence suggested she had reason not to answer.
Beautiful blonde Olivia was a player.
Maybe she needed more than a handicapped man gave her, even a famous musician like Ethan Chandler. Cheating on a blind guy, who traveled frequently, would have been easy, and Cronan realized something else. He had to flush the first impression he had of Olivia Davenport out of his mind. Whatever he had believed about her before, he would clear the slate forward and let the evidence speak for itself.
“You’re right, Angel. Complicated is the word. Let’s see if Chandler can simplify things. Because you know me, I like real simple.” He unlocked his vehicle as they walked toward his Crown Vic.
Cronan thought about being the bearer of bad news for the second time today. This time would be worse than telling someone that a loved one had been brutally murdered. He’d still have to officially talk about the murder, but telling Ethan the truth about Olivia’s love life made things worse. What guy wanted to hear that while he got stood up, his date had made it with someone else? Bad news, your girlfriend was murdered, but on the bright side, she went out with a bang. No, he wasn’t looking forward to his interview with the guy.
The best Cronan could hope for now—for purely selfish
Cronan knew. Olivia Davenport had assets even a blind man could appreciate.
“Is that all, Detectives?” Rachel Blevins’ cooperation had dried up.
“ For now, but call us if you think of anything else.” Angel handed the publicist her card. “Thanks for your time.”
Cronan handed over the woman’s nameplate after Angel stood to shake her hand. They made their way out of the office and headed for the parking garage. Both of them knew that Blevins would already be on the phone to her client. She’d give him the bad news and be eager to provide a convenient shoulder for Mr. Drop Dead Gorgeous to cry on when it came to Olivia. No doubt she’d prep him for two homicide cops knocking on his door.
He also pictured the woman shining her nameplate to wipe off his fingerprints.
“ Wow, she’s a cold fish,” Angel said when they were out of earshot. “Dead is a good excuse to miss dinner with her precious Ethan? What was that?”
“ Yeah, and if that guy is famous, how come I’ve never heard of him?”
“ That’s ‘cause your idea of music comes a quarter at a time.”
“ Ouch.” He grinned. “Low blow, Ramirez.”
They got to the lobby of the Trump Tower and were heading for the parking garage when Angel got a call on her cell.
“It’s Schumacher,” she said after reading the displayed phone number. “I’ve got to take this.”
From what Cronan heard from Angel’s side of the conversation, the forensics investigator gave his partner an update of his findings, but something surprised her.
“Are you sure?” She narrowed her eyes. After she ended the call, Angel took a deep breath.
“ I don’t like that look. What’s up?”
“ Things just got more complicated, Gabe. The ME did a prelim on the body. It seems our vic had sex shortly before she was killed. He found a trace of Spermicide, probably from a condom, but no sperm.” She shook her head. “If she had plans with Ethan Chandler for dinner, a guy she dated, then who’d she have sex with?”
“ Any chance Chandler was Mister Lucky? Maybe they had sex to work up an appetite,” he questioned.
“ The publicist told us that Ethan had rehearsed this week and hadn’t seen Olivia in days, remember? We need to confirm what she told us, but it looks like while Ethan waited for his date to show up at the restaurant, Olivia Davenport practiced safe sex with someone else.”
Given fiddle boy’s handicap, Cronan’s first reaction was to feel sorry for the bastard—a male bonding thing. The poor sap had waited for Olivia at the restaurant and left countless messages on her cell. Now evidence suggested she had reason not to answer.
Beautiful blonde Olivia was a player.
Maybe she needed more than a handicapped man gave her, even a famous musician like Ethan Chandler. Cheating on a blind guy, who traveled frequently, would have been easy, and Cronan realized something else. He had to flush the first impression he had of Olivia Davenport out of his mind. Whatever he had believed about her before, he would clear the slate forward and let the evidence speak for itself.
“You’re right, Angel. Complicated is the word. Let’s see if Chandler can simplify things. Because you know me, I like real simple.” He unlocked his vehicle as they walked toward his Crown Vic.
Cronan thought about being the bearer of bad news for the second time today. This time would be worse than telling someone that a loved one had been brutally murdered. He’d still have to officially talk about the murder, but telling Ethan the truth about Olivia’s love life made things worse. What guy wanted to hear that while he got stood up, his date had made it with someone else? Bad news, your girlfriend was murdered, but on the bright side, she went out with a bang. No, he wasn’t looking forward to his interview with the guy.
The best Cronan could hope for now—for purely selfish
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