Page 137 of Bound By Fire
“It’s a fuck-up.”
“A total fuck-up.” He nods, looking tired. “I heard you tried to see him.”
“They’re not letting us anywhere near him. Not right now, maybe never.”
“It’s a pity, because I need to speak to him. I need to find out how they got his prints on that phone. Whether he handled one recently, or one that looked like this one. It’s a cheap and nasty burner. Not the kind of device he would normally use. The prints didn’t look like a transfer, either. They were too good to be a transfer.”
In a transfer, someone would take a set of prints from one object and transfer them onto another.
“One of us needs to question him. That’s if Reed allows it.” I sigh and squeeze the back of my neck. “Magma knows I wasaware of the investigation and that I said nothing. That means he will never agree to see me,” I tell him.
“Yeah, I heard he’s pissed at you.”
“It was such bad luck. I was there when they picked him up. He could see right through me.” I look at him. “Does he know about you?”
Flint shakes his head. “Not as far as I know. Maybe I’ll get in. I’ll try.”
“Push for it.”
“I will.” He nods.
“Come to me with the findings.”
He nods. “Let me know what you find out about that shoe print and if you get anything on your lady doctor.”
“I will. All I know is that we need to figure out a way to get him cleared.” My mind goes straight to Robyn. She hasn’t been implicated yet, but it’s a matter of time.
I’ll clear her name. Hopefully, I can do it before she’s locked away. I vow to do my level best.
“I hope you know what you’re doing.” Flint looks up at the apartment block.
“I hope so, too,” I tell him.
He claps me on the shoulder. It’s brief and hard. Then he walks back to his bike and throws a leg over it. The engine kicks. He pulls his helmet on, snaps the visor down, and rolls out of the lot.
I watch him go.
Then I look up at her apartment, feeling like the biggest asshole who ever lived.
She’s going to hate me when she finds out.
It is what it is.
