Page 9 of Under the Radar
“No, I suppose not. But one look at my browsing history will give you an idea of how much work I accomplished during those hours.” Mo looked around for the briefcase. Her computer was in it.
Hadley chimed in. “And—you will need to furnish me with a search warrant before you garner even a glimpse of her browsing history.” He glanced at Mo’s briefcase in the corner.
Brewster nodded. “Miss Reardon, why didn’t you park your SUV in the school parking lot this morning?”
Oh, that was easy.She smiled. “The lot was closed for line repainting. They do it every summer.”
“You’re sure about that?”
Mo frowned. “Of course, I’m sure. All the staff received an email with the dates it was closed.”
Detective Jones shuffled through his papers and pulled one out. “Yes. I have a copy of that schedule right here. I pulled a copy of the notice from the school website. You know, Miss Reardon, schools encourage and sometimes require their staff to leave their vehicles in the lot so that security can keep an eye on them. This notice says that your school’s lot reopened two days ago.” He raised his eyebrows and waited.
Hadley’s eyes widened as he turned and looked at Mo.
What?“May I see that, please?”
Detective Jones slid the paper across the table. Hadley took a look at the highlighted dates and handed it to Mo.
Hmmm. Mo read it twice to be sure. “I must’ve misread this or confused my dates. My apologies. You are correct, although, the lot wasn’t open yesterday, contrary to what that states.” She tapped a finger on the printed paper. “I realize I made an error about the dates, but what difference does it make, detective, where I parked my car today?”
Jones smirked and leaned forward, pointing his chewed-up pencil at her. “Maybe it was delivery day and you parked the SUV three blocks away as part of the plan.”
She must’ve missed something. “Delivery day? For what?”
The detective sat back in his seat. “The drugs.”
Mo gasped. “That is ridiculous. What would I gain by calling the police to my own drug delivery?” Hadley laid his hand across her wrist and squeezed.
“You tell me, Miss Reardon. Maybe you’re in too deep and got scared. Maybe you’re looking to plead state’s evidence and walk away unscathed. You wouldn’t be the first rich kid to turn to illegal activity to get your daddy’s attention.”
Mo’s mouth gaped open. “Are you serious?” The nerve. “I parked my car there because I thought the school lot was roped off, and because it was close to a major artery to leave the city for my beach trip.”
Hadley stood. “Is Miss Reardon under arrest, Sergeant Brewster?”
Brewster placed his palms on the table. “No, she’s not.”
“Not yet,” Jones mumbled under his breath.
Hadley nodded and grabbed Mo’s briefcase. “In that case, Miss Reardon and I are done for tonight. Please keep us informed of any developments.”
Mo caught her foot on a chair and shoved it aside. She tossed her coffee cup in the garbage and resisted the urge to smack Detective Jones upside his head. Moron.
Thank goodness she’d taken Officer Winters’ advice about legal counsel. The questioning had lasted a half hour. She’d repeated the facts concerning her Escalade a half-dozen times today, and all she’d received in return was to have her integrity insulted. The top of her head might’ve blown-off had Jason not ended the interview.
And you know what really pissed her off?
She still had no idea if they dusted her car for fingerprints.