Page 117 of Asher's Assignment
She shifted in her chair, suddenly a little wary. “That’s Barry.”
“How well do you know Barry?” Stroud lowered the picture, but stayed standing.
She lifted a shoulder and looked away.
“Is he the friend who sold your car?”
“No. That was Tyson.”
“Did Tyson tell you who he sold the car to?”
“No. I just got a message that he’d sold it, and the money was in my account.”
“I can confirm this,” the attorney said. “I facilitated the loan payoff.”
“Does Tyson have a last name?”
“Oliver.”
“How about Barry? Does he have a last name?”
“Lennon.”
Asher arched an eyebrow. Barry Lennon? It was just enough to be different.
“Did Tyson do something? Something bad?” Vanessa asked.
Stroud tipped his head. “Why would you think that? Was he prone to doing things he shouldn’t?”
Again, she looked away. Asher so badly wanted to ask if he was the one who supplied her with drugs.
“Miss Burnwell?” Stroud prompted.
Her eyes darted to her attorney, then to the camera, then away. She shrugged.
“Do you have contact information for Tyson or Barry?” Asher couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t want to give her time to rethink things by running his question past Stroud first.
Vanessa nodded.
Stroud glared at Asher, then turned back to the screen. “Would you share that with us?”
“What’s in it for my client?” the attorney asked.
“Knowledge that she might have helped bring a murderer to justice.”
Jackson’s eyebrows shot up. “Murder? You said kidnapping.”
“This time, yes. But my suspect is also wanted for questioning in connection to a double homicide a decade ago.”
The attorney leaned over and whispered something in Vanessa’s ear. She nodded and he sat up.
“She would be willing to give that up for a written statement from you at her first parole hearing that she was cooperative and helpful.”
“That sounds reasonable. So long as the information she provides is correct and doesn’t send me on a wild goose chase. I’ll be writing a different kind of letter, if that’s the case.”
“It’s good info, I promise,” Vanessa said.
“Then you have a deal, Miss Burnwell.”
