Free The Madison Files (Vol. 4 - Case Closed) by Emma Brown Page B

seat.
     
    “Madison?” he asked. He eyed the woman a moment before shifting his attention to Trent. “And Trent, if I am correct.” His lips upturned into a minute smile. “To what do I owe this visit?” he asked. Trent stepped forward, a few steps into the office.
     
    “We have a few questions to ask you. I trust you’ve kept up with the news?” he asked. Liam remained silent before motioning the other woman out of the room. Madison was forced to step up next to Trent to allow the woman her escape.
     
    “I have, but what does any of it have to do with me?” Liam inquired. Trent smirked a bit and took a seat, not waiting to be offered. He ignored the small bit of annoyance the other man flashed at him.
     
    “There was a series of murders. We found the culprit and he’s saying you hired him,” he answered. Liam’s brows rose as he took his seat once more.
     
    “Is he now? And what might his name be? I’ll see if I’ve ever rubbed the man the wrong way,” he answered. Trent chuckled a little.
     
    “We know you worked at a restaurant for a couple of years,” he stated. Liam shrugged and leaned back in his seat.
     
    “I don’t see how that matters.” His gaze shifted to Madison, who he shot a smile to and motioned for her to sit before looking back to Trent. “I may have only worked at a restaurant, but it doesn’t mean a person cannot get to know the wrong people or rub the wrong people the wrong way. Until you give me a name, I have no way of adequately defending myself. Or is there more evidence you can use against me?”
     
    Madison slowly took a seat where the other woman had been siting. She kept her hands in her lap and her body practically closed in on itself. “Um… well the victims had memos with large sums of money with your name on it…” she stated. He looked to her and chuckled some, shaking his head a bit.
     
    “I’ve given some legal advice on the side to some people. Maybe I have some twisted stalker that wanted to get at me? Or a powerful and dangerous enemy.” He shrugged again and turned to face the long window behind him. Trent eyed him; he didn’t trust how calm the man was or how quickly his responses came out.
     
    “Even so, this man is going to testify against you on the stand. We’ll need a statement from you,” he answered. Silence fell over the room after he spoke; Liam simply stared out the window, watching the cars on the road while Trent studied him and Madison studied her hands in her lap. Finally, Liam turned around again and looked to them.
     
    “Very well. Does it have to be taken at the station or would it suffice to do so here?” he asked. Trent shrugged.
     
    “Normally at the station but if that’s too much of a problem for you, then it’s perfectly fine to do it elsewhere. We aren’t prepared to do it here, however, so it would have to be at a later date,” he explained. Liam made a small face and glanced to his watch.
     
    “Would it suffice to do it at the station once I’m done with work? If I run late, I’ll simply give you a call and reschedule.” Trent nodded a bit and stood up.
     
    “Very well, Mister Amsel. I trust you can find the number for the station if you don’t have it. We will see you later,” he responded. He motioned for Madison to follow and waited until she was up and heading to the door. Liam turned his chair to watch them leave, keeping his eyes on them but failing to utter a single word. He waited for the door to close before sighing and looking to the phone. His gaze shifted to the door again as he lifted the phone to his ear and dialed for the front desk.
     
    “What can I do for you, Mister Amsel?” the sweet voice of a woman greeted him.
     
    “Cancel all my appointments for the day, will you, Rachel? Something has come up that I must attend to,” he responded. There was a silence for a moment.
     
    “You want to cancel your six other appointments?” she asked. He sighed.
     
    “That’s what I