The Kept Woman (Will Trent 8) by Karin Slaughter Page A

arterial spray? The hand swipe?’ Sara pressed together her lips. How many times was she going to say the word type ? Someone could turn it into a drinking game. ‘I’ll need Angie’s blood type. And we’ll need to backstop all of this with DNA. But the blood typing could at least tell us something.’
    Amanda gave a curt nod. ‘Do it. Angie was a cop for ten years. I’ll pull the blood info from her file.’ She sounded uncharacteristically flustered. ‘Faith, hit the phones. We need a current address, phone, employer, anything you can find. Collier, yours and Ng’s orders haven’t changed. I want you to get teams to search the ware—’
    ‘I’ll do it.’ Will started toward the lift, but Amanda clamped her hand down on his arm, stopping him cold.
    ‘Stay here.’ He tried to pull away, but her fingernails dug into his shirtsleeve. ‘That’s an order.’
    ‘She could be—’
    ‘I know what she could be, but you’re going to stay here and answer my questions. Is that understood?’
    Collier coughed into his hand, like the teacher was scolding a student. Faith slapped his arm to shut him up.
    Amanda said, ‘Charlie, take Collier and Faith downstairs, then come back up for me.’
    Faith squeezed Sara’s hand as she walked by. They had a rule that they never discussed Will except in general terms. Sara had never wanted to break that rule more badly than she did right now.
    ‘Amanda.’ Will didn’t wait for the audience to leave. ‘I can’t just—’
    Amanda held up a finger to silence him. At least someone was worried about Sara being humiliated. Again.
    Saturday.
    Two days ago.
    She’d had no idea Will was keeping something from her. What else had she missed? Sara tried to scan back over the last few weeks. Will hadn’t been acting strange. If anything, he had been more attentive, even romantic, which could’ve been the biggest sign of all.
    ‘Amanda,’ Will tried again, his voice lowered as he struggled to sound reasonable. ‘You heard what Sara said. Angie could be bleeding to death. She might have a few hours before . . .’ His words trailed off. They all knew what would happen if Angiedidn’t get help. ‘I have to look for her. I’m the only one who knows the kinds of places she’d hide.’
    Amanda gave Will one of her steely glares. ‘I swear on my life, Wilbur, if you take one step off this balcony, I’ll have you in handcuffs before you see sunshine.’
    His eyes burned with hatred. ‘I’ll never forgive you for this.’
    Amanda made a show of pulling out her phone. ‘Add it to the list.’
    Will turned his back to her. His gaze skipped over Sara. Instead of speaking to her, or even acknowledging what was happening, he walked back toward the stairs. Sara expected him to go down anyway, but he turned back around, pacing the length of the balcony like a caged leopard. His teeth were so tightly gritted that Sara could see his jawbone working. His fists were clenched. He stopped again at the top of the stairs, shook his head, mumbled something under his breath.
    Sara could read the word on his lips. Not an apology. Not an explanation.
    Angie.
    He didn’t love Angie. At least not as a husband. At least not according to what he had told Sara. For almost a full year, Will had been searching for his wife in order to file divorce papers. Their marriage was a scam anyway, something they had literally done on a dare. Will had promised Sara that he was doing everything possible to end it. She had never once questioned how a special agent with the Georgia Bureau of Investigation was unable to find a woman who was apparently right in front of his face as recently as two days ago.
    Had he met her at a restaurant? A hotel? Sara felt her tears threatening to return. Had he been with Angie this entire time? Had he played Sara for a fool?
    ‘All right.’ Amanda had waited until the lift settled on the ground floor. ‘Saturday. Where did you see Angie?’
    Slowly Will turned around. He crossed