42097609460

“The sheets probably need a wash, too, huh? After our fun last
night?” he said, waggling his eyebrows. His hair was pointing in
different directions and there was a piece of egg at the corner of
his mouth.
She tried not to show her revulsion. Instead, she changed the
subject.
“Do you think you’ll get a conviction in the Preston case?” she
asked.
He leaned back and rolled his shoulders before hunching over his
plate again.
“That’s up to the DA. Higgins is good, but you never know.
Preston has a shyster lawyer and he’s going to try to twist all the
facts around.”
“I’m sure you’ll do fine. You’re smarter than he is.”
“We’ll see. I just hate that it’s in Marlborough. Higgins wants to
prep me Tuesday night, after court finishes for the day.”
Erin knew all of this already and she nodded. The Preston case
had been widely publicized and the trial was due to start on
Monday in Marlborough, not Boston. Lorraine Preston had
supposedly hired a man to kill her husband. Not only was
Douglass Preston a billionaire hedge-fund manager, but his wife
was a scion of society, involved in charities ranging from art
museums and the symphony to inner-city schools. The pretrial
publicity had been staggering; a day hadn’t gone by in weeks
without one or two articles on the front page and a top story on
the evening news. Megamoney, lurid sex, drugs, betrayal,
infidelity, assassination, and an illegitimate child. Because of the
endless publicity, the trial had been moved to Marlborough. Kevin
had been one of several detectives assigned to the investigation
and all were scheduled to testify Wednesday. Like everyone else,