Fatal Identity

“It’s Cowboys weekend, so at least we have something fun to watch.”

“I’ll spring for the beer.” Sam handed her credit card to Freddie. “Put the room on that too.”

“Your personal card? Will they let me do that?”

“Have them call me if you need to.”

“I could use my department card.”

She shook her head. “I’m keeping this separate for the time being. I’ll work out the expense side of it later.”

“You’re the boss.”

“Not right now, I’m not. Check in with me later.”

“Will do.”

CHAPTER FOUR (#ulink_f9945dbb-c05b-5ed9-99cc-8d04afef5ca2)

AFTER THEY LEFT, Sam went upstairs to look in on Scotty and Nick. They were both sleeping soundly, so she went downstairs to get something to eat while she could. Shelby had left a big salad and a pot of meatballs on the stove, so Sam had some of both along with a glass of water when she’d much rather have had a diet cola.

While she ate, she picked over the details of the case Josh had dropped into her lap. Though she probably should’ve technically declined to help him in light of her suspension, there were no rules she knew of that dictated personal favors outside of work. And technically, it wasn’t even an actual case, so she wasn’t violating the terms of her suspension.

Calling Lindsey might’ve crossed the line, but Lindsey’s connections with the lab would ensure a speedier turnaround than they would’ve gotten from an outside doctor. With the possibility of Director Hamilton’s involvement or culpability, she needed to do things by the book. At some point, the chain of custody on the DNA might matter, and who would care then that Sam had technically been suspended when she requested the swab?

You’re justifying yourself, baby girl. Sam smiled at the sound of Skip Holland’s voice in her head. Thinking of him made her want to talk to him, so she called down the street to see what he was up to.

“Hi, honey,” her stepmother said. “How’re you?”

“We’ve been struck by the flu over here. First Nick, then Scotty.”

“Oh no, are they okay?”

“They’re asleep for the moment, but they’ve both thrown up.”

“Poor guys. I’ll make some soup for when they feel up to eating again.”

“I’m sure they’d appreciate that it came from you rather than me.”

Celia laughed. “Probably.”

“Is Dad up for a chat?”

“He sure is. Let me get him for you.”

“What happened at the hearing?” Skip asked.

“Hello to you too.”

“Spill it.”

Sam smiled at his sauciness. She expected nothing less from him. “Suspended for four days and a thousand-dollar donation to the widows and kids.”

“That ain’t bad, all things considered.”

“I guess. I hear Forrester is considering assault charges, but I’m not worrying about that until it happens.”

“You should worry. He’s got a valid case, and you know it.”

“Maybe so, but I’d do it again. And don’t tell me I’m better than him and should’ve risen above it. I heard you the other ninety times you’ve said that.”

“It’s true.”

“I’ve got bigger fish to fry with both my guys down with the flu.”

“Aw, crap, that’s too bad. Wish I could come help you take care of them.”

“You’re far better off over there away from the germ pit. I sent Shelby home to get her out of here.”

“Probably for the best in her condition.”

“So I caught an interesting new case today. Or a potential case.”

“How’s that possible when you’re suspended?”

Sam filled him in on Josh Hamilton’s story and his connection to Director Hamilton.

Skip’s low whistle came through the phone loud and clear. “Are you shitting me?”

“Would I shit you, Skippy?”

“Holy... Sam, you gotta be so careful here—you know that, right?”

“Yes, Dad, I know that.”

“What’s your plan?”

“First step was getting the DNA. Next I’m going to call Williamson County and give them a heads-up that we have a guy who closely resembles the composite. We’ll go from there.”

“God, those poor people. Thirty years wondering where their kid is.”

“I know. It’s unimaginable. You think it’s possible Director Hamilton could’ve been part of something like this?”

“Shit, I don’t know. I only know what I’ve read about him, but he has a good reputation in law enforcement circles, as you know.”

“Yeah, Avery thinks the world of him.”

“I can’t even begin to get my head around the implications of what this guy is saying.”