Chapter 9Our colleagues already had Charlie Evanov cooling his heels in the interview room when we arrived. I slid into the chair on the left, while Fiona took the one to the right.
“What’s this all about?” Charlie asked, raising his palms upward in supplication.
“You’re trying to pretend you don’t know?” I gave him a quelling glare that had unnerved lesser men.
Unperturbed, or at least wanting to seem that way, Charlie shook his head.
“The fingerprints of one of your patients at Harvest Hill Villa were found at the scene of a robbery.”
“A robbery?” Charlie looked genuinely nonplussed. I exchanged a look with Fiona, who arched her eyebrows.
Acting on a hunch, I asked, “You are with your patients the whole time you’re escorting them for off-site trips, correct?”
Charlie shifted uncom
