Angie could be dangerous. She has something to lose, if she thinks we might be challenging her right to her parents stuff. Addicts do desperate things when theyre cornered.
Claudia couldnt argue about that.
She should have just climbed behind the wheel, rather than debating with Billy over the roof of her car. But she felt compelled to make him agree with her. Itll be fine.
If I sense any danger, were getting out of there. Youll do what I tell you to do. Is that clear?
Man, who pushed your macho button? But she had to admit, he looked magnificent making his male dominance display. He leaned against the roof of the car, arms widespread, muscles tense, jaw firm. Any second now he would start beating those impressive pecs of his.
Her heart gave a flutter. At least that wasnt on display for anyone to see.
I can call Daniel, Billy said. Hell back me up.
All right, I get it. Your word is the law where our personal safety is concerned. This is your case. Im along to observe and assist. Is that good enough?
The split-second expression of triumph on his face made her grind her teeth. But at least hed shown her something.
CHAPTER THREE
EDUARDO AND MARY-FRANCIS Torres had lived in a solidly upper-middle-class neighborhood in Conroe, a Houston suburb. Their subdivision wasnt quite uppity enough to be a gated communitybut close. Tall limestone-brick walls flanked the subdivision entrance with a carved stone sign that read Pecan Grove. The cookie-cutter houses, built in the 90s, were all too large for their tiny lots, but the saplings planted by the neighborhood developers had grown into mature trees and the homes were well maintained.
The Torres house was on Apple Blossom Court, a peculiar name for a street in a climate where apples couldnt grow.
Out of habit, Billy paid close attention to the configuration of streets so he knew the fastest way to the nearest exit.
Claudia thought he was being macho, but he wasnt kidding about the danger. Angie was a drug-addicted woman in a dramatic family situation who undoubtedly felt stressed and could erupt into violence at any time. He stood a better chance of surviving unscathed if he didnt have to worry about a companions safety before his own.
But he couldnt deny it felt great to be back out in the field.
When hed first hired on with Project Justice, hed told Daniel he was no longer comfortable facing danger on a daily basis. Daniel had responded by saying he wouldnt require anything of Billy that he wasnt ready to deal with.
Somehow, after three years on the job, Daniel knew Billy was ready. Billy could have said no to this assignment. But though hed made a few token objections, hed eventually accepted the responsibility of unraveling the puzzle.
Claudias onboard GPS found the Torres home with no trouble. The house was tan brick, just like all the others, but the lawn was yellow and scraggly and the landscaping hadnt been tended to in months. A for-sale sign featuring the photo of a smiling female Realtor advertised that the property had four bedrooms and a pool.
Claudia pulled up to the curb just as a woman stepped out the front door, her cell phone wedged between her ear and shoulder. She frowned as Billy and Claudia climbed out.
If youre here about the car, its already sold, she said. She was tall and painfully thin, with toothpick legs sticking out of her cutoff shorts. She had stringy, shoulder-length hair clumsily streaked with reddish-blond stripes. Her skin was pasty, and overall she had a look of ill health about her. Billy would have pegged her as a crack addict even if he hadnt already known she had a drug problem.
She returned her attention back to her caller. Sorry, I was talking to someone. She opened the mailbox and pulled out a wad of envelopes that looked an awful lot like bills. Billy could just make out the FINAL NOTICE in large red letters on one envelope. Angie riffled through the mail and picked out one envelope to rip open. She turned her back on Billy and Claudia and headed back indoors.
Excuse me. Ms. Torres?
Ill have to call you back, she said into the phone as she paused and turned to narrow her eyes at Billy. What?
Im Billy Cantu with Project Justice. This is my associate, Claudia Ellison. We need to talk to you about your mother.
Are you those people who get criminals out of jail?
We free innocent people who have been unjustly imprisoned, he corrected her.
Please dont tell me you think my mom is innocent.
We have some questions, thats all, Claudia said. Could we go inside and talk for just a few minutes?
Im kind of busy here.
Busy selling all of your parents stuff? Billy said. Because Im pretty sure you dont have the legal right to do that, and in about five minutes I could get a court injunction and a locksmith over here to change the locks.
Angie folded her arms, looking scared for a moment before she decided to brazen it out. How am I supposed to pay the bills on this place without any money, huh?
Nice deal for you, Billy said as he strolled up the walkway toward the front door without invitation. Living here rent free and getting all the drug money you need listing stuff on Craigslist or eBay. Bet your mom had some nice jewelry. That was probably the first to go. Am I right? He took the two steps to the front porch and headed inside the house.
Hey! Angie was right behind him. He turned to see Claudia bringing up the rear, looking perplexed by his high-handedness. But he suspected Angie wouldnt give them the time of day unless they strong-armed her.
The inside of the house was strippedno furniture, no pictures on the walls. But the air-conditioning ran full blast. Billy made his way to the kitchen, which was piled high with dirty dishes and empty pizza boxes. The trash can overflowed.
He whipped around to face Angie as an uncomfortable thought occurred to him. Hed just made a stupid mistake; he hadnt cleared the house before assuming Angie was here by herself. Are you living here alone?
None of your business. Get out before I call the cops.
No, you dont want to do that. He took out his cell phone. Ive got Judge Thomas Wilkess number on speed dial. Hell issue the injunction on my say-so. You and whoever else is sponging off you will be out on your asses in a matter of an hour, maybe two.
Just then another person showed up, a scrawny guy with the same kind of pasty complexion as Angie. But he held a gun in one shaky hand.
Who the hell are you people?
Billy broke a cold sweat as he stepped in front of Claudia, shielding her from the shooter. His carelessness had just come back to haunt him.
He needed to defuse this situation fast. Put the gun down now, okay? Were not cops, were friends of Angies mother.
For Gods sake, Jimmy, put the damn gun away. Angie didnt sound terribly nervous about the threat. I can handle this. Gogo clean the pool or something.
The man named Jimmy gave one parting snarl before he shoved his small handgun into the pocket of his baggy shorts and sauntered away.
Billy let out the breath hed been holding, almost sick with relief. He stepped aside so he could look Claudia in the eye. Not a dangerous situation, huh?
Youre the one who made the situation dangerous, she countered, by entering the house uninvited. We should go.
Go wait in the car. Ill be out in a minute.
Claudia folded her arms, obviously not budging. Billy wished she wouldnt do thatit accentuated her breasts, which distracted him at a moment he needed all of his attention on Angie.
What do you want? Angie asked wearily. Theyre gonna show the house this afternoon. I need to clean up.
That was an understatement.
Who was that guy? Billy asked.
My boyfriend.
Claudia watched with hyperalert eyes.
Recently you visited your mother in prison. You asked her about some coins. What was that about?
My dads coin collection, she answered warily. Did Mom say anything about it? Did she say where shed put it? Its important that I find those coins. Angie nearly salivated with eagerness.
Your mother put them away for safekeeping.
Theyre not valuable, Angie said too quickly. Its just a few coins that have been in the family.
You know, Angie, you dont seem like the sentimental type to me. Why do you want them? And how did you find out about them?
She flashed a superior look at him. I dont have to tell you that. What matters is that the coins are mine. My father wanted me to have them. Mom has no right to hide them from me. Angie thrust her chin out in a show of false courage.
How do you know Daddy wanted you to have the coins?
He told me so.
When was that?
Right before he was murdered. He said he and Mom were going to split up and he wanted to give me some things before the divorce lawyers got it all. But he never got the chance.
So why did you wait all this time to ask your mother about the collection?
Ididnt think about it until now. Like I said, its not that valuable.
Claudia shared a look with Billy, then shook her head slightly. She obviously thought Angie was lying. Though Claudia had clearly been unnerved at having a gun pulled on her, she was still doing her job. His respect for her inched up another notch.
You know what I think? Billy was about to go out on a limb here, but he wanted to confront Angie with his suspicions while she was off balancebefore she got the chance to get her story straight. I think you killed your father and let your mother take the blame. Because they had money, and they wouldnt share it with you.
She did not appear disturbed by the accusation. You can think whatever you want, but a jury says my mom did it. And if you know where those coins are, you better tell me. I know people, too. I have a lawyer.
Youre gonna need one, Billy said. If you didnt kill your father, then maybe hes not dead. Maybe he recently told you about the coins, and thats why you took a sudden interest in them.
Angie laughed, but it sounded forced. If hes alive, then how do you explain all that blood found at the crime scene?
There are ways, Billy said, wondering if there really were. I have evidence people working on that right now, taking a closer look at that blood. Or he would, as soon as one of the lawyers at Project Justice officially became Mary-Franciss attorney of record and made a formal request to the Montgomery County Sheriffs Department to review the physical evidence.
Billy wasnt sure when hed decided this case had merit, but there was something here. Something off-kilter. In good conscience he couldnt wash his hands of Mary-Francis.
Its his blood, Angie said stubbornly. DNA proved it.
Well see. Meanwhile, if I were you, Id be waiting for a knock on the door from the police. Until your fathers estate has been legally awarded to you, you dont own anything of hisincluding that coin collection. Unless youre using the proceeds to pay your mothers legal costs
Thats what Im doing! Angie said quickly, grabbing on to the lifeline hed handed her.
What does your aunt Theresa have to say about all this? Your mother gave her sister power of attorney. Not you.
At the mention of Theresas name, a look of panic briefly crossed Angies features before she caught it. She said it was fine for me to sell stuff. Hey, Jimmy! Get in here.
Claudia tugged on Billys sleeve. For Gods sake, lets go.
Im not lying, Angie shrieked, though no one had accused her. Im not. Im just doing what I have to do to pay bills, pay lawyers.
Yeah, whatever. Billy ushered Claudia toward the front door and out into the still, late-morning heat, having no desire to face Jimmy and his shaky gun hand. Neither of them said anything until they were back in the car with the air-conditioning on.
Then Claudia started to trembleviolently. Probably a delayed reaction to the gun.
Hey, its okay. Billy put a hand on her shoulder. She reminded him of a scared bird vibrating beneath his hand. Were safe now.
He wouldnt have shot us, Claudia said. I could see it in his face. It was all bravado, an empty threat. Still
Billy wasnt so sure.
He would have been justified, you know, Claudia continued. We practically committed a home invasion. Its legal to protect your domicile with deadly force.
It all turned out okay.
She turned toward him, suddenly fierce. Dont ever do that again. Not when Im along for the ride.
Now you see why I didnt want you to come with me?
You shouldnt be allowed to roam around loose without a handler. Youre dangerous. She took a deep breath, started the car and pulled away from the curb. Angie was lying.
No kidding. I dont have to be a body language expert to figure that out. Maybe she did kill her father and frame her mother. Shes clearly a sociopath.
No, not a sociopath. Sociopaths are better liars. She said this with such assurance, it made Billy wonder if she had more than just clinical knowledge to back up her claim.
Still, shes a bad seed, he said.
Ill agree with you there. Not a pleasant person. Claudia paused, weighing her words. She didnt kill her fathershe was telling the truth about that. But she was definitely hiding something. Maybe its just her drug use, but maybe its something else.
If I could get her in an interrogation room, I could break her. Your body language tricks only take us so far. A confession would be a whole lot more useful.
Can we get her arrested?
Billy thought for a moment, then shook his head. Doubtful. If wed seen any obvious evidence of drugs sitting around, we could call the cops and have her hauled in. But we didnt.
Shes stealing from her fathers estate.
Unless Theresa really did give her permission to sell the stuff. If shes mad at her sister, she might have.
She didnt. Id bet my career on it.
Billy wasnt so sure, and the police wouldnt take Claudias word for it.
Lets go talk to Theresa and see what she knows about the estate, or old coins, or whatever. Claudia seemed recovered now from her fright. The pink had returned to her cheeks, and she had the gleam of excitement in her eyes. Billy knew that gleam. She was on the hunt.