“You accessed my wife’s personal accounts, Feeney.”
“Yes, sir, I did.”
“And took this information to Lieutenant Dallas.”
“As per procedure.”
“As per procedure,” Whitney repeated. “Now you’re bringing it to me.”
“To the commanding officer,” Feeney began, then drooped. “Oh hell, Jack, was I supposed to bury it?”
“You could have come to me first. But then . . .” Whitney trailed off, shifted his hard eyes to Eve’s. “Your stand on this, Lieutenant?”
“Mrs. Whitney paid David Angelini a sum of two hundred thousand dollars over a four-month period. This fact was not volunteered during either primary or follow-up interviews. It’s necessary to the investigation that—” She broke off. “We have to know why, Commander.” The apology was in her eyes, lurking just behind the cop. “We have to know why the money was paid, why there have been no more payments since the death of Cicely Towers. And I have to ask, Commander, as primary, if you were aware of the transactions and the reason behind them.”
There was a clutching in his stomach, a burning that warned of untreated stress. “I’ll answer that after I’ve spoken with my wife.”
“Sir.” Eve’s voice was a quiet plea. “You know we can’t allow you to consult with Mrs. Whitney before we question her. This meeting has already risked contaminating the investigation. I’m sorry, Commander.”
“You’re not bringing my wife in to interview.”
“Jack—”
“Fuck this, Feeney, she’s not going to be dragged down here like a criminal.” He clutched his hands into fists under the desk and struggled to remain in control. “Question her at home, with our attorney present. That doesn’t violate procedure, does it, Lieutenant Dallas?”
“No, sir. With respect, Commander, will you come with us?”
“With respect, Lieutenant,” he said bitterly. “You couldn’t stop me.”
chapter eleven
Anna Whitney met them at the door. Her hands fluttered, then gripped together at her waist. “Jack, what’s happening? Linda’s here. She said you called her and told her I needed counsel.” Her gaze darted from Eve to Feeney, then back to her husband. “Why would I need counsel?”
“It’s all right.” He put a tense but protective hand on her shoulder. “Let’s go inside, Anna.”
“But I haven’t done anything.” She managed one nervous laugh. “I haven’t even gotten a traffic ticket lately.”
“Just sit down, honey. Linda, thanks for coming so quickly.”
“No problem.”
The Whitneys’ attorney was young, sharp-eyed, and polished to a gleam. It took Eve several moments to remember she was also their daughter.
“Lieutenant Dallas, isn’t it?” Linda scanned and summed up quickly. “I recognize you.” She gestured to a chair before either of her parents thought of it. “Please sit.”
“Captain Feeney, EDD.”
“Yes, my father’s mentioned you many times, Captain Feeney. Now.” She laid a hand over her mother’s. “What’s this all about?”
“Information has just come to light that needs clarification.” Eve took out her recorder, offered it to Linda for examination. She tried not to think that Linda favored her father, the caramel-colored skin, the cool eyes. Genes and family traits both fascinated and frightened her.
“I take it this is going to be a formal interview.” With careful calm, Linda set the recorder on the table and took out her own.
“That’s right.” Eve recited the date and time. “Interviewing officer Dallas, Lieutenant Eve. Also present, Whitney, Commander Jack, and Feeney, Captain Ryan. Interviewee Whitney, Anna, represented by counsel.”
“Whitney, Linda. My client is aware of all rights and agrees to this time and place of interview. Counsel reserves the right to terminate at her discretion. Proceed, Lieutenant.”
“Mrs. Whitney,” Eve began. “You were acquainted with Cicely Towers, deceased.”