Free Rock Star Down (The Psychic Registry) by William Leslie Page B

client has been fully cooperative and
supportive of the investigation into her husband's tragic death. And that while
we understand that all possibilities must be examined, my client steadfastly
maintains her innocence in any foul play. Furthermore, I wish to remind you
that my client is grieving the loss of her husband. In consideration of these
circumstances I caution you not to badger, berate, or attempt to intimidate my
client, otherwise the goodwill and courtesy that we have thus far extended will
be swiftly withdrawn."
    Nathan nodded, "Of
course."
    Holdgren nodded in
acknowledgement and continued, "Furthermore, I wish to remind all present
that the appellate courts have ruled and the Supreme Court has upheld that the
testimony of psychics pertaining to the so-called thoughts and feelings of
others are inadmissible as hearsay. My client has agreed to this interview with
Detective Miller in the fervent belief that he shall confirm her innocence in
this matter, so that the police may direct their resources to finding whoever
is actually responsible for her husband's death. As counsel, I shall be present
for this interview and I expect you to heed my previous admonitions."
    Archer replied, "We're
the good guys, here, counselor. Provided your client is playing us honest, you've
got nothing to be worried about."
    Nathan smiled. They
would find out the truth soon enough.
    Holdgren nodded, then
he looked to Laurel, "And you Miss Comfort? Does the City Attorney's
office have any objections to this arrangement?" He was talking down to
her a touch.
    Laurel replied, icily,
"Objections? We're here at the express direction of Mister Fletcher."
Then her tone warmed, but only slightly, "And he appreciates your
cooperation as much as I do."
    Holdgren neither bristled,
nor shrank, but he was effectively neutralized. "Very well, I shall fetch
Missus Scott,"  
     
    Jaqui was a true beauty. Tall and
athletic, yet her face and eyes were delicate. Her long black mane contrasted
well with her cream complexion. Her bangs were cut straight and low, nearly
obscuring her eyes, providing a befitting veil. She wore a sleeveless Chinese
dress of red and black silk that was taut against her trim form.
    She was dressed for
the scene, Nathan realized. But he'd nixed that plan.
    Jaqui sat at the head
of the table in Holdgren's vacated spot while the lawyer took a place between
Vanessa and Archer.
    "You look
stunning, Jaqui," Silverman complimented. No doubt he was imagining the
lost scene.
    She managed a brittle
smile and a faint nod, "I know. But maybe it's for the best. People might
get the idea that I'm trying to cash-in on Rock's death. Besides, I don't think
I could handle the cameras right now."
    "Nonsense, babe,"
Silverman replied.
    Jaqui looked across
the table at Nathan and his cohort, "You have to forgive Aaron,
Detectives. He just wants what's best for me. And with Rock gone…"
    "You have our
condolences, Missus Scott," Nathan said.
    "Thank you,
Detective Miller. And I understand your objection to appearing on our show. I won't
hold it against you."
    Nathan didn't have a
lot of questions, but he wanted to be thorough. Besides, the crowded room supplied
more background noise, requiring a more finely tuned read, and that would necessitate
more time. But he couldn't take too long, either, lest he risk exhausting
himself. Given her eagerness to cooperate, he doubted Jaqui was the killer and
he had a feeling that he would be conducting more reads before the day was
done. Plus her grief seemed genuine and he was wary of experiencing it
first-hand.
    He nodded and offered
her his most reassuring smile. "I'm going to ask you some familiar
questions, Missus Scott—"
    "Call me Jaqui,"
she said.
    "Very well. First
I'm going to ask some general questions. Please tell me your name, where you
were born, and your age," he said.
    "My name's Jaqui.
I was born Jacquelyn Scott in Fort Worth, Texas. And I'm twenty-five years old."
    As she spoke, Nathan
eased