Locking You (The Boston Kirkpatrick's #2) by S. Donahue Read Free Book Online Page B

so you mention time and time again. You’ve been an asshole even longer than that.”
         “Good luck getting him off.”
         “Don’t you have some rookies to harass?”
         “I’ll be laughing when he goes to jail for life…for murder.”
         That’s it. I had enough of his shit. He’s going down. “Why you want him away so bad? Are you trying to hide him from your wife?”
         “Bitch!”
         Watson walks up in the middle of our spat. “Enough,” he says, glaring at both of us. “Shea go back to your desk. Soriano, get ready for interrogation.”
         Watson whispers in my ear when he’s out of sight. “Don’t let him get to you. You’ll do great. Now go free this one, so we can go find the killer for gawd’s sake.”
         “I honestly don’t think Connor killed anyone. Mrs. O’Malley keeps saying he did it; therefore we need to question it, find the connection between him and Mrs. O’Malley and why she has something against him. Oh God, I’m scared to ask.”
         Watson laughs, knowing what I mean.
         “Oh, and just so you know, she filed a complaint against you today.”
         “Great, just great. I’m not surprised.”
         “I heard you uh…sang her a song? Wilson, she any good?”
         “Oh Yeah, the next American Idol ,” he says sarcastically.
         “Whatever, jackass.” I push his arm jokingly.
         “Alright Soriano, go in there and kick ass. You got this.”
         I enter the room again and make the sign of the cross. Dear God give me strength
         “ Mr. Kirkpatrick”
         “Detective”
         “I’m going to start by saying you have been brought in for questioning in the death of Mr. Kieran O’Malley and Miss. Natalie Chestnut.”
         “I have no idea who she is.”
         “Where were you the night Mr. O’Malley was killed?”
         “I was at Hush until 2 A.M.”
         “Can you please clarify what Hush is?”
         “It is a nightclub/ strip club that I own”
         “Thank You. What happened after you left?”
         “My wife Wendy called to tell me that my daughter Callie was having nightmares and wanted me. I went straight home and was there for the rest of the night. I was scheduled to have a meeting the next morning but it was cancelled due to Mr. O’Malley’s death.”
         “Did you go anywhere else when you left the club?”
         “Nope. I went straight home. You can speak with my wife. I also have a camera in the doorway of my club. You can see my leaving. You can also verify this information with my bartender Mike.”
         “Thank You. I will reach out to them. Let’s talk about the meeting. Who was the meeting with and how was Mr. O’Malley involved?”
         As I ask this question, Watson knocks on the door and calls me out of the room. Connor is doing great so far.
         “Excuse me a minute. I’ll be right back.”
         “Connor’s lawyer is here,” Watson says to me.
         “Okay thanks. Send him in.” I walk back into the room. Mr. Reginald Orlando is a very nice man, but don’t piss him off. He turns into an attack dog. I’ve met him several times. He is Brendan’s personal lawyer.
         He walks into the interrogation room with all the confidence in the world. He and Connor exchange greetings.
         “Miss Soriano is Mr. Kirkpatrick being charged?”
         “Not at this time. I am questioning him to get to the bottom of this. I need him to tell the truth and answer my questions. I’m videotaping this so there is no confusion.” He knows what I mean since I’m Brendan’s fiancé.
         “Very well. You can continue.”
         “So back to the meeting, who were you meeting with and how was Mr. O’Malley involved?”
         “The meeting was with the bankers, investors, and my brother, Brendan Kirkpatrick. I’m sure you’ve heard of