“Sara.”
“What about Ewes?”
“Just chitchat.”
“Devine, you are one inch from being arrested for obstruction,” exclaimed Shoemaker. “So you better consider your next answer really carefully. What did you discuss about Ewes?”
“Stamos said that she also knew I wasn’t the father of Ewes’s baby. She didn’t come out and say it, but reading between the lines she knew that Ewes had gone the artificial insemination route.”
Ekman shot his partner a look. “Wait a minute, from all we learned those ladies were rivals at the firm. Why would they be talking about babies and such?”
Devine decided to just tell the truth. He could tell he was close to being put in jail, and he couldn’t very well do much from there.
“Stamos told me that she and Ewes . . . that they were in love.”
Devine expected both detectives to blow up at him.
Instead, Shoemaker cracked a smile. “Finally, we get some truth out of you.”
“What do you mean by that?” said Devine curiously. “Did you find something to back up what I just told you?”
“Stamos’s place has been searched. Electronics all gone. Phone and computer are probably at the bottom of the Hudson by now.”
“Did you find something online then? Instagram, Facebook?”
“No, we checked all that. There was nothing.”
“Not surprising,” said Devine. “There’re rules against employees seeing each other.”
He thought for a moment about Stamos and Cowl, but he really wasn’t an employee.
Shoemaker said, “But we talked to one of Stamos’s sisters. Apparently she’d confided in her.”
“So you know I’m telling the truth, then?”
“Just about that, Devine. But there’s a lot about you that neither one of us likes.”
“Well, when that becomes a crime, be sure to let me know.”