Chapter 39
We were back at the Duval residence with the tactical team in no time. Blair's prints were a match for the female set on Liam’s thermos. Judge Echols signed off on the warrant, despite the fact that he was golfing buddies with Duval’s attorney.
We stormed into the house, no battering ram necessary. The door was already demolished. Shards of glass still littered the tile.
"Coconut County!" I shouted. "We have a warrant!"
We flooded into the house, clearing the corners. We caught up with the couple in the kitchen.
Blair had poured herself a glass of wine and was hoping to unwind for the evening. She sneered at us as we surrounded her. "What do you want now?”
"You're under arrest for the murder of Liam Prescott," I said.
She laughed. "That's ridiculous. John Wescott killed him. Everybody knows that.”
"Turnaround and put your hands behind your back," I commanded.
"You can't be serious.”
"Ma'am, I'm going to ask you one more time to comply."
Blair gave an annoyed look to her husband.
"Do what they say,” David advised. “I'll get you out of this."
Blair sighed and surrendered. She didn’t have much choice with several weapons staring her down.
I slapped the cuffs around her wrists and Mirandized her.
As I escorted her to the patrol car, she said, "I don't know what it is you think I've done."
"I think you know damn good and well what you've done.”
I stuffed her into the back of a patrol car, then searched the house again, and her car. In the trunk, we found a bottle of antifreeze.