Sin and the Millionaire by Lucy Farago

walked in on it and broke it up.”
    â€œThat might explain the earring I found,” Lizzy said.
    â€œBy any chance, do you still have it?” Cooper asked, sounding eager.
    â€œI left it on your desk,” she told Duncan.
    â€œDid you touch it?”
    Duncan shook his head. “Only Lizzy.”
    â€œGood. Can we go to your office and get it?”
    â€œSure.” Duncan led the way as Cooper took out another evidence bag. In the office, he bagged the earring and grinned. “Perfect.”
    â€œLieutenant, how does any of this prove Beth killed Victoria?”
    â€œDo you know, Mr. Moore, I have to congratulate you on an excellent security system. Those cameras are state of the art.”
    Lizzy felt the blood drain from her face as realization hit. They’d made love in his office. Duncan must have seen her reaction because the son of bitch snorted. She did her best not to glare at him, and if the lieutenant noticed anything between them, he said nothing. Exactly who had watched them go at each other like teenagers? She was mortified.
    â€œYes,” Duncan agreed. “State of the art. It doesn’t record when the staff is in the office. Only when we shut down for the evening or weekend.”
    Inwardly, Lizzy groaned.
    â€œIt’s programmed to shut off once our codes are entered into the security number pad, so it knows we’re in the building and on our way to our offices.”
    If it’s the last thing she did, she was going to make him pay for that. She gave him her sweetest smile. If he was as smart as everyone said he was, he’d be afraid, very afraid.
    â€œSo Mrs. Ferguson couldn’t shut down the camera in your office because she didn’t have your code. Is that right?”
    â€œRight. And she probably didn’t realize I’d engaged the one in my office.”
    â€œAgain, how does this prove she killed Victoria?” Lizzy asked.
    â€œTheir confrontation in Mr. Moore’s office. It appeared that Mrs. Ferguson recognized the diamond earrings Victoria was wearing. She didn’t realize she managed to tear one off, and that it had fallen on the carpet. That’s when Turner walked in. It was clear as day. Great cameras,” he said, reiterating what a fantastic system Duncan had. “Your wife left with no visible scratch marks and unaware she’d lost an earring. After we talked to Turner, we had enough motive to search Mrs. Ferguson’s house. She wore black the night of the gala and the dress had gone to the cleaners already, but she forgot about the shoes. They looked clean… except for the bottom. We found your wife’s blood under her shoes. And”—he held up the bag—“the matching earring. They’re questioning Mr. Ferguson as we speak, but I’m sure he’ll corroborate his wife’s claim that the earrings were a gift from him to her. She doesn’t know we have the video of your wife wearing the earrings.”
    â€œThose are over a carat,” Lizzy said, pointing to the bag. “What the hell does he do for you?” She knew Duncan was a generous employer, but those rocks had to be worth a fortune.
    â€œHe works with Harris.” Duncan shut his eyes. When he opened them, he was pissed. Having three employees stab you in the back would do that. “So sum this up for me.”
    â€œSure. Ferguson and Turner have been working together for about a year, skimming here and there, so no one could notice. Then the funds for this new app of yours start coming in… Turner does your books, Ferguson contracts. They have a sweet deal. Until Fiji mucks things up. Mr. Ferguson reports the earrings as stolen from the hotel, only he’s the one who steals them and gives them to your wife. His way of apologizing for the scene his own wife caused when she caught the three of them together.” Cooper shook his head in disgust. “He’s screwing another woman and