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me be clear about my relationship with my son … Tal and I were on the same page. He understood who he was and the responsibilities he would inherit. I paid every dime of his college expenses and had a nice position waiting for him at Davison Technologies once he got his business degree. I bought him that Hummer when he turned twenty-one. Gave him credit cards to the best clothing stores. I bought him the best computer, best smartphone, best iPod, and whatever else he wanted. Good, bad, or indifferent, that’s the relationship I had with him.”
    “Thank you,” Brill said. “That answered my question. I think that about does it, unless Captain Norris has more questions.”
    Trent shook his head and finished writing something. “We appreciate your cooperation, sir.”
    “Don’t patronize me.” Davison pushed back his chair and stood, his Rolex reflecting the overhead lights. “I don’t appreciate being grilled like a common criminal. I’m going to report you both to Mayor Roswell.”
    “I assure you, we were just doing our job,” Brill said.
    “Yeah, well, I’ve heard how you do your job, Chief Jessup.”

Chapter 5
    Brill shut the door to her squad car and strolled toward the beautiful, quaint two-story house she and Kurt bought the day it went on the market. She looked up at the twinkling night sky through the tree branches that hung over Azalea Lane and listened to a choir of crickets serenading anyone who would listen.
    The kitchen light was on at the Masinos’. She wondered if Tessa and Antonio had heard about the shooting and stayed up to watch the news.
    Brill pushed open the front door and was hit with the delicate scent of roses, a gentle reminder that she would never again have to doubt Kurt’s faithfulness.
    She opened the closet door and hung up her sweater.
    “I figured you’d be late.” Kurt came up behind her and put his arms around her, his cheek next to hers. “Vanessa hasn’t come home yet.”
    “Where’d she go?”
    “She took some food over to Drew Langley at his parents’ house. She called earlier and said he was really shaken up. Should she even be over there? Is the guy a suspect?”
    “The parent in me wishes Vanessa wasn’t so close to it. But the facts we have now don’t point to Drew being a suspect. Let’s go sit.”
    Brill went into the living room, flopped on the couch, and kicked off her shoes. “Ahhh … that’s better.”
    Kurt sat forward in the overstuffed chair, his elbows on his knees, his hands laced together. “So tell me what happened.”
    Brill recounted everything she knew about the shooting based on Drew Langley’s statement and the condition of the crime scene. “Drew claims he discovered his roommate wounded in the apartment, and we can tell from the blood spatter that the victim was shot on the sidewalk outside. There’s a very clear blood trail from that point to the couch. Drew’s story makes perfect sense, and he tested negative for gunshot residue.”
    Kurt arched his eyebrows. “Anyone hear the shot?”
    “Several neighbors reported hearing a popping noise around ten forty-five. No one will admit to seeing anything. But shots were reported a few blocks away shortly after the victim was shot. Our killer could be some thug who went on a shooting spree.”
    “Sounds like you’ve got your work cut out for you.”
    “In more ways than one. The victim’s father is Win Davison.”
    Kurt held her gaze. “As in Davison Technologies?”
    “That’s the one.”
    “I heard he’s a real control freak.”
    “Who told you that?”
    Kurt smiled sheepishly. “Okay, so guys do gossip at the barbershop. What’s he like?”
    “I’m not sure it’s fair to assess the man under these shocking circumstances, but he was intimidating—or tried to be. He’s obviously a man who’s used to getting his way.”
    “Is he a suspect?”
    “Not really. His wife says he was with her all evening. But since he owns a nine-millimeter Smith and Wesson, we