Taste of Grief (Just One Bite #3) by Kay Glass Page B

the smart way to handle things right now. We're
getting nowhere fast with making connections between the victims. I don't know
what else to try. Go ahead- start making contacts with the dealers. See what
you can find out. Threaten if you must, but get me something. The mayor is
riding my ass on this one, and Carson is dying for a new high profile case to
get his ugly mug in the papers again. It's not good press for upstanding
citizens to get themselves killed." He rolled his eyes and then moaned
when that movement reminded him that his head was throbbing. He rubbed his eyes
hard, as though that would remove his headache.
    Lizbeth turned and walked out, smiling as he got up to make
his coffee. At least if nothing else could go right, coffee would make the day
a better one.
*****
    Lizbeth didn't say so to Alexar, but when he mentioned Giles
Carson her mind went into overdrive. Every bad thing that seemed to happen
these days had to do with him. Like a bad penny, he turned up everywhere. True,
he was the district attorney, but that was only because he killed his former
boss after attempting to kill Lizbeth. The man was certainly not the squeaky
clean saint he portrayed himself to be. She wondered if he could possibly be
behind this.
    Sitting down at her computer, she went to her favorite
search engine. She combined Giles Carson's name with the name of their first
victim, Luis Valdez. She didn't expect to hit pay dirt, but the first link
showed that they had attended college together. Upon further digging it came to
light that they'd been in the same fraternity as well as a roadside cleanup
committee.
    She cautioned herself not to get too excited as she typed in
the name of their second victim. Karen Cross was in his law school class. She
interviewed with the local paper about her at-home business. She stated in her
article that she'd attended law school but dropped out when she found out she
was expecting her first child. A photo in another article showed them attending
a fundraiser together- him looking polished in a black tuxedo, her glowing in a
black gown. She married her husband a year after this photo was taken. Lizbeth
wondered if Carson had merely been friends with Cross, or if they had actually
been a couple back then.
    Excited beyond words, she typed the third victim and found
that he'd been a witness in a case several years ago. He'd actually been the
DA's witness, which meant he would have spent a great deal of time with Carson,
as the ADA had prepped the witnesses for cross-examination. Carson had a
definite connection to this man as well.
    The fourth had no noticeable connection, but as the manager
of a local grocery store it was logical to suspect they may have met. The
grocery store he managed was actually less than a block away from Carson's home
and office. She wondered how many times over the years he had interacted with
the man.
      The fifth was a
doctor, and nothing popped up on him, but since they had a list of patients in
the file she'd have to see if there was a match. The sixth was a dry cleaner,
and Lizbeth was willing to bet that Carson got his suits cleaned there. Perhaps
they could be written off as inconsequential, but she wasn't going to do so.
There was a link, and she'd make sure she found it, for all the good it would
do her.
    Typing in yesterday's victim, she found the strongest link
of all. Roger Lincoln had filed a lawsuit against Carson for a hit-and-run
accident fifteen years ago. He'd dropped the charges almost immediately which
would explain why she'd not turned anything up when she looked into Carson
previously. Still, she'd be willing to bet the District Attorney would be very
displeased were this to come to light.
    Leaning back in her chair, Lizbeth propped her feet up on
the corner of her desk. Her brain was working at warp speed trying to come up
with some way to make a case out of this. The man was damned near untouchable-
what could she possibly do about this? Nothing came to mind