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"I'd
like to offer you a polygraph test."
"Do you mean a lie
detector?" Pierre's eyes widened. "Whatever for? You don't
think I killed my own flesh and blood?"
"The polygraph will
help us eliminate you as a suspect. It's totally up to you, but I would
suggest you take it to prove your innocence."
"Absolutely
not!" Pierre stood up, swaying for balance. "Unless you're
going to arrest me, I want you to leave. My wife is ill and I don't want
her to know why you're here. You had no right to barge in like this
before I had time to contact my lawyer."
Webb started toward the
door. Samuel was already there. "I'll be in touch, Mr. Lazare."
He let himself out.
In the car, he exhaled
deeply. "So, the dream was right on target. The murder weapon was
in that cherry wood cabinet, and damn if it wasn't in Pierre Lazare's
house."
"Good instincts,
Bud," Samuel said. "What's your next question?"
"Motive."
Buoyed by the latest
discovery, Webb returned to the courthouse. "I need another search warrant.
One for Lazare Fireworks. I want to see every insurance policy that
company has on the family members."
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