“Her administrative assistant,” Shana answered.
Jules continued. “When I got back, I read the reports, and the first thing I found odd was that Marshall Imerson’s accident report had been sealed.”
“Sealed?” Jace asked, frowning.
“Yes, sealed. But Manning was able to get a copy, anyway. The ex-cop in me found a lot of things in the report inconsistent, and there were things I felt should have been looked into further, like the fact that a BAC had not been done. It was determined that Imerson was intoxicated at the time of the accident because an open liquor bottle was on the seat beside him, and he smelled of liquor.”
“That didn’t necessarily mean he’d been drinking,” Caden pointed out.
Jules smiled. “Precisely.”
“I decided to meet with Mrs. Imerson, his widow, so I drove to Steeplechase.
“She moved there a few years ago when her son went off to college.” Jules then went into the details of her conversation with Leigh Imerson. “She was bothered by everyone’s belief that her husband was drinking when she was adamant that he didn’t drink. She also indicated that he didn’t bring work home, so she didn’t know about an extra file he might have kept.”
Jules paused a moment and leaned back against the breakfast bar. “But what I found interesting is that I’m not the only person who wanted to know whether Imerson kept an extra file. It seems that not long after the accident, she was approached by someone else about it.”
“Who?” Shana asked, leaning in even closer.
Jules met her sister’s gaze. “Ivan Greene.”
Twenty-Nine
Un-fucking-believable, Dalton thought. That piece of information was something Jules had not shared with him when they talked on the phone. Ivan Greene? Mr. Want-to-be Mayor himself?
Dalton had sat back and listened to the information Jules was sharing with his siblings and Shana...checking Jules out from head to toe while she did so. The other people in the room had been so busy lapping up every little detail Jules was providing that he doubted they even noticed he was doing so.
But the instant that thought entered Dalton’s mind, Jace glanced over at him with that I-know-what-your-ass-has-been-up-to look on his face...so maybe someone had noticed.
“I went to see Ivan Greene yesterday.”
Dalton’s head jerked around so fast it was a wonder it didn’t snap. He stared at Jules. “You did what?” he asked, his voice rising a little louder than it should have. “You went to see that asshole?”
“Oh, he finally speaks,” Caden said drily, his eyes zeroing in on his brother. “You’ve been so quiet sitting over there, Dalton, that I’d almost forgotten you were here.”
“Yes, I went to see him yesterday,” Jules said, refusing to look at Dalton or Caden. “I asked for a meeting with his parents, but he wouldn’t let me talk to them. He met with me, instead.”
“What did he say?” Jace asked, rubbing his chin.
“A lot of BS if you ask me, but mainly that his parents were on a cruise at the time your mother was killed, and that he was in court all that day. I’m still checking on his parents’ alibi, but as far as I’m concerned, his doesn’t hold water.”
“Why not?” Dalton asked, definitely now focused on what Jules was saying.
“Because although he was in court, the judge granted an unusually long recess during the time of your mother’s death.”
“Which makes him a prime suspect,” Caden said thoughtfully.