Page 105 of One Wrong Move
“Just don’t like the danger surrounding my brother and Andi. Too many close calls.”
“I agree. I didn’t like leaving them any more than you did, but they want us here. This is most important to Andi.”
“More than her life?” Deckard arched a brow.
“This is a big part of her life. The part that was stolen.”
“We’ll work the case, work on clearing her name if the facts back up what she says happened.”
“Clear her name. Huh,” Harper said, swiping her keycard to enter the main crime lab facility.
“Huh, what?” He frowned.
“Just sounded like you’re actually starting to believe Andi’s innocent, that she didn’t make any mistakes.”
He mulled that over. “I think it’s possible.” Miranda—Andi—wasn’t what he’d expected. Spending time with her, short as it was, showed a different side.
“Wow. That’s progress,” Harper said.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We need to look at the evidence, gather the facts.” That’s what he’d base his determination on.
“The evidence is gone,” Harper said.
“That’s not the evidence I’m talking about.”
“Oh? Then what evidence are you talking about?” She lowered her voice as they passed a group of people.
“I am looking for evidence ofhowthe DNA got corrupted and the shirt ‘misplaced.’ And if it wasn’t by Andi, as you and my brother wholeheartedly believe, then the question is who did it, and why?”
“Well, Greg runs the lab, so he’s the best place to start. Oh, and Andi went by Miranda as an FBI agent. Some people have probably heard her called Andi, but it might be easiest if you use Miranda.”
Deckard smiled. He’d just gotten used to Andi and now it was back to Miranda. “Got it. Thanks. And I remember Greg. When I started my investigation, Mitch’s defense attorney got his approval for us to get a guided tour of the lab. The forensic analyst who gave us the tour and explained what had gone wrong was working the same night as Andi.”
“Pamela Whitmore?” Harper asked as they pushed through another set of doors. “That was the only other woman working that night, and me, of course, but I was primarily out in the field.”
“Right. I’m pretty sure that was her name. I’d recognize her if I saw her.”
“We’ll talk with her, too, if she’s on shift. If not, we can track her down,” Harper said, leading the way down a long hall and then through a myriad of them. White tile floors and brown office doors with rectangular windows framed in the center by the wood lined the corridors. Finally, she stopped in front of an open office door. “Knock, knock.”
The man looked up from his desk and smiled. “Harper.” Tall, with silver hair and a matching beard, he stood and moved around the desk to greet her. Gold wire-rimmed glasses sat halfway down his nose. He patted her on the shoulder. “I thought you were leaving for your Red Cross mission today.”
“It got delayed for a week, so I went to visit Andi.”
Greg nodded as his gaze shifted over her shoulder.
“This is Deckard MacLeod. I don’t know if you remember him....”
“Sure. The PI investigating for Mitch Abrams. You came with his defense attorney.”
“Right.” Deckard nodded.
“Nice to see you again,” Greg said, shaking his hand.
“Same.”
“But I’m confused. Mitch is already out, and Harper said she was investigating Miranda’s claims. So ... who exactly are you working for?”
Deckard swallowed. “I’m working on behalf of Andi ... Miranda.”
