“We found this in your husband’s home office,” she said.
“Our home office.”
She gave a small nod.
“Your home office.”
“How did you get inside?”
“Your neighbor’s video, your statement, and the medical findings supported a warrant.”
I looked at the hard drive.
“What’s on it?”
“We don’t know yet. It was hidden behind a removable panel in the desk.”
Garrett had ordered that desk from Italy. He once became furious when I placed a coffee cup on it without a coaster.
“There was also evidence that several files had been removed shortly after the ambulance left,” Ruiz continued. “Your husband appears to have carried a box to his car.”
“Did you find it?”
“Not yet.”
My pulse quickened.
“What kind of files?”
“We can’t say.”
“Financial records?”
“Possibly.”
“Medical records?”
“Possibly.”
The repeated uncertainty made the room feel colder.
“Where is Garrett?”
“He has been interviewed.”
