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computer in my safe, then I’m going to put this coat in a plastic bag. If I decide to hand over the drive later, I can say I put the coat in a bag until I could launder it, then found the drive when I was cleaning out my pockets.’
    She bit her lip as she bagged the coat. ‘I want to do the right thing. I just don’t know who I can trust. I tell the wrong person and I could end up like Elena.’
    ‘Was Detective Perkins involved in Ramon’s investigation?’
    ‘His name wasn’t in the court records, but that doesn’t mean anything. Who knows who he knows? Has loyalties to? You’ve lived here for years. Do you have any cops you can trust? I mean, really, with-your-life trust? Because we’re talking my life now.’
    He was quiet for a long moment, which said a great deal. ‘I haven’t lived in Baltimore all that long. I know cops I’d trust with my life, but they’re elsewhere. Here in Baltimore I may know one. But I’m not sure.’
    ‘Then we say nothing.’ Paige disconnected the old laptop, put it in the safe bolted into her china cabinet. She heard Elena’s voice again. Cops. Chasing me . With a sigh she shoved the bag in, too.
    She’d no sooner locked the safe and closed the cabinet doors when there was a sharp knock on her front door. Peabody came to his feet, a low growl in his throat and Paige and Clay exchanged a quick look. ‘Who is it?’ she called out.
    ‘Baltimore PD.’ It was a woman’s voice. ‘We’d like to speak with you. Please.’
    Peabody at her side, Paige cracked the door open, leaving the chain in place. On her doorstep stood a man and a woman, both wearing suits.
    ‘Yes?’
    ‘I’m Detective Morton and this is my partner, Detective Bashears. We’d like to talk to you about what happened this morning.’
    Morton? The same cop who’d arrested Ramon. Shit .
    It took an effort to keep her face blank and she could only hope she pulled it off. There were only so many detectives in Baltimore’s homicide department, but this was still too much coincidence. ‘I told the other detective everything that I know.’
    Morton attempted a smile. ‘This case has been reassigned to my partner and me.’
    Paige leaned against the doorframe, genuinely weary. ‘Fine.’ She closed the door and turned to Clay, who looked as unhappy as she felt. ‘What next?’ she mouthed.
    He pointed to himself, then to her bedroom. ‘Tell them nothing,’ he mouthed back. With that, he disappeared into her bedroom, his step soundless.
    Tuesday, April 5, 7.45 A.M .
     
    ‘Grayson, Anderson’s looking for you.’ Assistant State’s Attorney Daphne Montgomery held up a note scrawled in their boss’s hand as Grayson rushed past her cubicle. ‘He’s growly. You should call him before he has a stroke.’
    His boss was always growly, Grayson thought. Besides, he knew exactly what Anderson wanted and would be damned before he gave it to him. Anderson could wait.
    He stuffed the note into his pocket, eyeing the plate of muffins on Daphne’s desk. ‘How did you get here so early? Took me forever to get through security.’
    The line had reached around the corner and people were understandably scared, despite another report from Phin Radcliffe, who, Grayson hated to admit, had gotten a decent handle on the situation as a whole. Radcliffe had revealed the woman’s association to a convicted murderer without giving her name and had posited that, given she’d been shot before arriving at the scene, she was not a victim of a random sniper attack.
    Still, people were on edge. So am I . He couldn’t get the picture of Elena Muñoz’s face out of his mind. He needed information, and he needed it now.
    ‘I got here at six,’ Daphne said. ‘I was expecting a call from Ford.’
    Grayson had turned toward his office, but stopped at the worry in her voice. Daphne’s son Ford was on a college spring break trip to Europe. ‘Is he okay?’
    She nodded and Grayson relaxed. ‘He’s enjoying the hell out of