Kara Lennox - For The Right Reasons

“Well, maybe Daniel Logan will talk to him,” Bree said. “Eric works for him, you know. Mr. Logan is very interested in the Kelly Ralston case and everything associated with it, including Philomene.”

Eric took a sharp breath. What was Bree doing?

“Am I supposed to know who this Logan fella is?” the sheriff asked.

“Daniel Logan. The oil billionaire, runs Logan Energy?”

The sheriff shrugged one of his massive shoulders. “Means nothing to me.”

“He’s a very powerful man,” Bree said. “He’s personal friends with the governor.”

“Well, if he comes here throwing his weight around, I’ll tell him the same thing I told you. No sign of foul play, no investigation. He’s welcome to look into it all he wants.”

“Sheriff DeVille—Philomene wanted to recant her testimony about Kelly. She said she felt pressured to identify him in the lineup. What if the real murderer—”

“I don’t want to hear this crap!” the sheriff exploded.

“Now, wait a minute,” Eric objected. “You can’t talk to your constituents that way.”

“Oh, really? In my office, I can talk any way I damn well please. Now get out, both of you. Before I find something to charge you with.”

“Fine,” Bree said tightly. “But when she turns up dead, it’ll be on you.”

Eric held his tongue until they were outside. “Bree! I thought we agreed we weren’t going to lie about Daniel’s involvement.”

“I didn’t. Well, not exactly. Daniel was very interested in Kelly’s case. Until you ruined that.”

“I’ll only warn you once more. Daniel will not take kindly to anyone using his name without permission. He’ll come after you.”

“So you never intended to play the Daniel card at all?”

“If I had, I’d do it without crossing the line. Which you left far behind in your rearview mirror.”

She challenged him with her blue-eyed laser stare, but he didn’t back down. He was right about this, and she needed to understand about Daniel, for her own good.

Finally she looked away. “Okay. Maybe I got a little carried away. Didn’t matter anyway. DeVille was completely immune to the threat of Daniel’s involvement.”

“A possible sign that despite his rudeness, he’s not corrupt. Or derelict in his duties, at least not to his mind. He didn’t show a lick of fear.”

“No, he didn’t. So what now?”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider giving up? No,” he said quickly when she shot him a venomous look.

“We’re gonna talk to Jerrod Crowley.”

“I was afraid of that.”

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