Slater, you have a history of domestic violence.” Jess gave the man a moment to think about her statement. “I’d be remiss in my duties in this case if I didn’t consider you a suspect, wouldn’t you agree?”“I have an alibi.” He might have pulled off the look of insolence to go along with the tone if not for the one eye being swollen shut. “That’s why I don’t need a lawyer. I got nothing to hide.”Rodney Slater sat directly across the worn table from Jess. He looked like hell, smelled like cigarettes and cheap bourbon. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair was mussed. Evidently, the bender he’d started over the weekend had continued into the workweek. One of the perks of being self-employed, Jess supposed. He was his own boss, as he’d so proudly proclaimed when the interview started.Unfortunately, daddy had entrusted his only son with the family business. Dear old Rod hadn’t worked for a single thing he owned. It gave him a bad attitude, in Jess’s opinion. The entitlement mentality was not attractive on anyone over the age of five.Harper sat next to her.
