Beth was standing by her car, waiting, when Kendra walked out of the precinct. “By the time you called, I’d started to wonder if I needed bail and a defense attorney for you.” “I think it was a little close,” Kendra said. “I changed from a person of interest to skirting the edge of being an actual suspect.” She got into the passenger seat. “And if Griffin hadn’t gone to bat for me and offered the facilities of the FBI to help in the investigation, I might have had to lawyer up to keep out of jail.” Beth pulled away from the curb. “Griffin helped?” Kendra nodded. “Like Batman to the rescue. I was surprised, too.” She looked out the window at the passing streetlight. “He pointed out that DNA could be planted and that a woman of my background and abilities would never make the mistake of leaving a piece of crucial evidence like that.” “And they said that everyone makes mistakes,” Beth said. “I’m glad they decided not to play hardball.” “Me too.”
