Free Fugitive Justice by Rayven T. Hill Page B

with the shooting of my wife?”
    Hank moved back to his chair and sat down. “We think he might know something.”
    Overstone appeared bewildered as he looked back and forth between Hank and King. “Haven’t you talked to him?”
    Hank hesitated and King spoke. “He claims he was hired by your wife. According to him, your wife said you were having an affair.”
    Overstone’s frown deepened. “That’s preposterous.”
    “Are you having an affair, Mr. Overstone?” King asked.
    “Absolutely not.”
    “Was your wife having an affair?”
    Overstone shook his head firmly. “Never,” he said in a raised voice. He glanced around, then lowered his voice and continued, “It’s ludicrous to suggest either one of us was.”
    “We have to ask,” Hank said. “This is all for the record.” He paused before continuing. “I’m sorry, Mr. Overstone, but I also have to ask where you were this morning between ten and eleven.”
    Overstone sighed and rolled his eyes. “I was showing a house,” he said, remaining patient. “I don’t have the phone numbers of the prospective buyers with me, but you can check with my office. They’ll give you the number and you can call them. They’ll confirm it.”
    “We will,” Hank said. “Thank you.”
    Overstone dropped his elbows on the armrest and rested his chin on a tightened fist. “Wouldn’t it be better to find out who did this rather than making ridiculous accusations?”
    “They’re only questions, sir,” King said. “Not accusations.”
    Overstone glared at King, his nostrils flaring. “They sound like accusations to me. Next you’ll be accusing me of shooting my own wife.”
    “Did you?”
    Niles bolted to his feet and stared down at King. “I think we’re done here.”
    King looked up at the angry man. “Mr. Overstone,” he said calmly, “Jake Lincoln had your business card with him. Did you give it to him?”
    “He could’ve picked it up at the office. I have no idea how he got it.”
    King continued, “He had written your wife’s name and phone number on the back.”
    Overstone crossed his arms. “You’ll have to ask him about that.”
    The angry man stepped back as King rose to his feet and said, “I will. Thank you for your time.”
    Hank stood and offered his hand. Overstone refused the gesture and continued to glare at the cops.
    Hank turned to leave, following King from the room. He didn’t like making pointed accusations, but he had watched the man during his verbal exchange with King, and Hank was convinced Overstone was telling the truth.
    “The man’s under a lot of stress,” Hank said to his partner when they were out of Overstone’s earshot. “Did you really have to be so hard on him?”
    “He’ll get over it,” King said with a chuckle. “Soon as we find out what’s going on and make an arrest, we’ll be his best buddies.” King looked at Hank. “Besides, I’m not sure the man’s totally innocent. I think he knows something.”
    “Look, King,” Hank said. “If he hired Jake to shoot his wife, why would he identify him in the photo?”
    King shrugged. “Who knows? Maybe to cover himself. Felt he had to identify him. A lot of people know the Lincolns. Jake’s involved in this, and if it came out Overstone was lying about knowing Jake, who knows what else he’s lying about?”
    Hank sighed and shook his head. “King, that doesn’t even make any sense.”
    “Makes sense to me,” King said. He touched Hank’s arm and came to a stop.
    Hank turned to face King and waited for the cop to continue.
    “What if the Overstones cooked up some scheme together to rob the bank, and they hired Jake to do it?”
    Hank couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s the dumbest theory I’ve ever heard.”
    King chuckled and continued down the hallway. “Yeah, I guess it is kinda dumb.”
    But other than the obvious, Hank had no theories that made any sense, either. He had to give his partner credit for