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don’t know how or why somebody would impersonate me like that. But I’m telling you right now, that wasn’t me.” She tried to reign in her temper. Losing it now would do her no good. It would only get her on the wrong side of the FBI. And while a part of her could take pride in that kind of accomplishment, she didn’t need the drama in her life right now. “Even if it was me, you’ve got to know I had nothing to do with breaking him out of prison.”
    He didn’t say anything, only nodded. Why not go after her with the big guns? Why was he doing this song and dance, if he wasn’t intent in getting her on the hook for the escape? Something wasn’t adding up. But she wouldn’t get anything out of him.
    â€œListen, Detective Sanchez, I’m going to be straight with you. I believe, for whatever reason, you murdered your father. It might have been self-defense. It might have been in cold blood. It might have been some kind of mercy killing. I don’t much care. All you need to do is tell me what you know.”
    â€œAre you crazy?” Unable to sit any longer, she shot to her feet, nearly knocking over the chair in the process. “How many times do I have to tell you? I haven’t talked to my father in twenty five years. I guess I could have shot him without saying a word, but that seems more than a little pointless.” She took several deep breaths in an attempt to lower her raging blood pressure. Once she was more in control, she sat back down. “What you should be focusing on is why anybody would bother to set me up?”
    â€œThanks for telling me how to do my job, but I have my own plan of action.” He had a smug condescending look on his face.
    â€œGood. I was worried you might be one of those ‘fly by the seat of your pants’ kind of guys. It always helps to have a plan when you’re setting somebody up.”
    She got up and bolted out of the room. Thank God nobody stopped her. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to control herself.
    * * *
    Landry knew with one look that something bad happened inside that room. Isabella hadn’t glanced in his direction, just slammed the door and stalked through the station. Despite her short legs and his long ones, he didn’t catch up to her until she’d stomped her way toward the door.
    He grasped her arm. She turned to glare at him before shaking him off. But he wasn’t about to let her go that easily. “What happened in there?”
    â€œGetting set up and accused of murder at the same time gets me good and angry. Is that all right with you?”
    She hadn’t even tried to keep her voice down, so the whole station had gone quiet at her proclamation. She seemed oblivious. Either that, or she didn’t care.
    â€œWas there a Fed guy in there?” Although he knew from experience it was pointless, he tried to settle her down.
    â€œYep, that smug…” She stopped for a second, tapping her toe on the sidewalk outside the station. The frustration seemed to be rolling off her in waves.
    â€œHe’s yanking your chain, trying to see if you’ll confess to anything.”
    â€œYou don’t get it. They’ve got a video of me visiting my father in prison, except I didn’t. Somebody’s setting me up but good. Before tomorrow they’ll probably have me for breaking him out and then killing him.”
    He shook his head. “Nobody would ever believe that.”
    She grasped his shirt in her fist and glared at him. “You don’t know that. I’m not exactly Ms. Popularity around here.”
    â€œThere’s no evidence.”
    â€œYet. Give them time. I’m sure they’ll be able to manufacture some.” Without another word, she got into her car and slammed the door.
    Landry didn’t know what was going on, but was bound and determined to figure it out with or without her help.
    * * *
    She got into her car and