It would have been possible, however, for someone to throw her over and cause her to land exactly where she had.
Hey, I know how you feel about this one, how much you wish you could have seen it through, Diego said quietly. But if you want to keep the peace, dont tear into the officer on duty.
Sorry, Brett said quickly. I didnt mean to bark like that. And I dont blame the agent. He didnt see anyone go by, and should someone have gotten past him, the house has alarms and a top-of-the-line security system. No one broke into that house. How the hell she was killed, I cant begin to imagine. Unless Miguel has a clone running around somewherea clone with his fingerprints and his memories.
They were both quiet for a minute, looking at one another.
He was burned beyond forensic recognition, Diego reminded Brett. No DNA left, even in the teeth or the bones.
Identified by the melted remains of his jewelry, and the fact that we saw him get out of his car and go inside, the only person in there, Brett said thoughtfully.
Maybe Miguel wasnt killed in that oil-dump conflagration, Diego suggested.
Brett shook his head thoughtfully. Those were definitely Miguels things forensics took from the fire. And Miguel truly loved Maria. Theres no way on Gods earth that he would have killed his wife. Even if he didnt die in the fire, he added.
They both turned at the sound of footsteps. A uniformed police officer was hurrying over with a ladder. Dr. Phil Kinny, medical examiner, was just behind, followed by two forensic teams, one from the local Miami office of the FBI and one from the Miami-Dade homicide division.
Let me get a quick look up the ladder first, okay? Brett called to Phil.
As you wish, Phil told him. Im here, ready whenever. I can only tell you how she died. Youre the one whos going to have to figure out how she got in that tree.
Thanks, Brett said.
The ladder was set carefully next to the tree; Brett nodded his appreciation to the young officer ready to steady it. Brett could have climbed the tree without it, but he was trying to maintain a level of professionalism. Once he had studied Maria Gomez in situ, photographers would chronicle everything before Phil started his exam and told them the preliminary time of death and whatever he could about the injuries that had presumably killed her.
Studying the woman, Brett felt again the terrible pang of guilt about the entire Gomez affair. He hadnt been assigned to the Barillo crime case; other agents and officersboth the feds and local law enforcementhad worked it for years. When Miguel Gomez had come to him, hed made a point of going undercover to meet the family and find out what was going on, what Miguel had done and what he could give the authorities.
Basically, Miguel had been like a slave laborer, doing whatever his boss told him to do, letting them use his property, forced into the crimes hed committed. Hed been minding his own business in a family where distant relatives had fallen prey to the lure of money and rewards. It wasnt always easy for newcomers to trust in the United States government. Miguels son had been approached leaving school by a couple of Barillos toughs and warned about what happened when the familymeaning Spanish-speaking immigrantsdidnt work together.
Nothing had happened to the boy, but Miguel had known that his son being threatened meant that he was supposed to play the game. Only later had he learned that Barillo prided himself on never going after innocent family members, and by then it was too late. He was in too deep.
He had done so for years. Then he had seen a friend who had avoided running errands for the family wind up in a one-car fatal crash. Miguel had realized that he might be doing as he was told, but it was impossible to know when you might do the wrong thing, even by accident, and wind up in a car crashor worse, have one of your children wind up dead, despite the fact that word on the street was that Barillo prided himself on taking care of only those who were guilty of betraying the family, never wives or children.
Oddly enough, rumor had it that Barillos own children werent part of the family. He had two sons and a daughter. They were all seeking advanced degrees at some of the best schools in the nation.
He wanted a different life for them.
Miguel had found Brett by accident; hed seen him in the street when the FBI had busted a small crew who had dumped five Cuban refugees off the coast in a rubber tube. Miraculously, the refugees had made it. Diego and Brett had been watching the group, and they had talked a terrified mother into identifying the suspects who had taken their life savings and then deserted them to die at sea. Brett and Diego had found the perpetrators because of her tip and taken them down. The United States Marshals had stepped in; the Cuban mother was now living safely with her family in New Mexico, all of them under new government-supplied identities.
Brett had liked Miguel, whod stopped to talk to him after the takedown, and hed known that the Barillo cartel had been a thorn in the side of South Florida law enforcement for a very long time, but he wasnt himself involved in the investigation. The case, and responsibility for Miguels safety, had gone to Herman Bryant, head of the task force pursuing Barillo and his family, a large group of Central and South American, island and American criminals whose cunning and power rivaled those of the Mafia in its heyday. Herman had a task force of two units, twelve agents, working the ongoing investigation, two of those men undercover. The Barillo family was extensive and dealt with human trafficking, illegal immigration, prostitution, firearms and drugs. Every federal, state, county and city law enforcement agency was kept alerted to their movements.
The frequent discovery of the familys victims mutilated remains reminded them all that Barillo and his crew stopped at nothing to reach their goals, following up threats and intimidation with stunningly effective violence. The men who had infiltrated had reported back that loyalty to Barillo was all. Traitors were executed; the rule was immutable and simple.
But though Special Agent in Charge Herman Bryant was good at his job, and had managed to prevent murders, drug sales and more, so far they had been unable to crack the back of the giant beast. Bryant was a veteran of drug wars around the world; hed dealt with cases from Brazil to the deepest sectors of China, interacting with local law enforcement agencies along the way. Brett had been certain that Miguel had been in good hands.
After Miguels murder, Bryant had urged Maria to make an excuse to leave Miami, or to move in with her children. When shed refused, he had kept men watching her house. He had done all the right things.
Even though it didnt really fit the Barillo methods for family to be killedespecially not with Miguel already dead.
Miguel had worn a wire the day hed been killed.
Despite that, when hed headed into his own warehouse before meeting with members of the Barillo family, hed been killed. Whensupposedlyhed been early and alone. None of the officers watching had heard anythingno voices other than Miguelsbefore the warehouse had burst into flames so strong and high that the conflagration had been visible miles away. Clearly his boss had suspected he was a traitor and had taken care of things in his own violent way.
Miguel had been seen entering the building; no one else had been there.
Miguel had been seen entering the building; no one else had been there.
It hadnt seemed much of a question that the remnants of bone that had been found had belonged to Miguel Gomez. Melted fragments of the mans watch had been found mixed in with the charred remains along with his signet ring, the initials still partially visible. There had been no reason to doubt that the man was dead.
But there must have been someone else in the warehouse who the officers hadnt seen, who had, perhaps, been there waiting, staying when others had left for the day. Someone who was already there when Miguel first arrived and who had then set off a detonator to ignite the fire, and then had escaped unseen in the chaos.
That person had never been found, though, nor had he left any clues they could trace. The most logical conclusion had been that Miguel had been killed. After all, he certainly hadnt come home after the fire.
It must have been that person who was killed, though how Miguels effects had come to be there was still a mystery. It would have been easy to misidentify the body, though, since there truly hadnt been anything useful left for the medical examiner to work with.
And now Maria, too, was dead. Brett had liked her. Shed been a slim, fit, energetic woman in her late forties; there had been nothing plastic about her. Miguel had loved her with all his heart. Hed told Brett once that theyd met, dated about two weeks, then eloped. So quickly? Brett had asked. And Miguel had told him, I knewI just knew. And it didnt matter how long wed been together or what others thought. I knew that I would love her forever.
Maria had been wonderful. Shed had warm brown eyes and a few wrinkles, no doubt the result of her quick smile, and a great heart. From the ladder, Brett observed her and made mental notes to help in his investigation. Her head was at an angle, and he had a feeling her neck was broken. One arm looked broken, as well.
There was nothing in her hands, as far as he could see. Her face was scrubbed clean of makeup; it appeared she had been just about to go to bed when...
She looked so aliveexcept that she was dead, of course.
Instinct told him that she had seen her killer coming.
Her open, glazed eyes showed disbelief and pure terror, and he couldnt help wondering just who she had seen before she died to put that look in her eyes.
Anything? Diego called to him.
Looks as if she was tossed off the balcony like a rag doll. As if she died when she hit the tree, Brett said.
Well scrape beneath her nails, Phil said. If were lucky, she got a piece of her attacker.
Brett climbed down from the ladder.
Diego set a hand on his shoulder. You cant take this on yourself, mi amigo, he said. He had been born in Miami and grown up with English as his first language, but he liked to switch to Spanish when he thought the Spanish words sounded more real or appropriate. Mi amigo, he had once told Brett, was warmer than my friend, with more real meaning.
Im not, Brett said, but he knew that he was lying. Diego, her eyesyou should see the look in her eyes.
She was murdered, Brett, of course she has a look in her eyes. Diego was quiet for a minute. Were lucky we got here before the birds, he added softly.
Brett had to agree. Hed come across victims who had been hidden by nature before. Nature wasnt gentle on a corpse.
Theres just something disturbing about her, Brett said.
Yeah, shes dead.
Brett looked at Diego, trying not to show his aggravation at his partners callous comment, but then he saw that Diego was staring up at the tree, obviously upset by Marias death himself.
Diego looked at Brett. So were going to be lead on this? Despite Bryant and his crew having been on the Barillo thing so long?
Bryant himself suggested to the powers that be that we take this on. I have to keep him advised, of course. He felt I deserved in on it. His team wouldnt have had a lot of the information they used to bust a number of Barillos underlings if it hadnt been for Miguel. They were all upset when he died, and not only because they lost a source, though I know that this will really affect Bryant and the team professionally, too. They were really hoping Miguels info could give them enough to arrest Barillo, or at least his immediate lieutenants.
We will find who did this, Diego assured him.
Brett nodded. Yes, we will. Im going to speak with the agent who was watching the house.
Diego nodded back. Im going to step out on the street, see if I can find anyone who saw anything odd, do a bit of canvassing.
Great. By the time we finish we can see if the forensic teams came up with anything.
I think we know who did thisthe same people who murdered Miguel Gomez.
Diego was probably right. But it was impossible to just go and arrest Barillo or his people. Barillo himself usually kept his hands clean. The man had been trained as a doctor in his native country, but hed found crime far more profitable.
Brett followed Diego to the front of the beautiful old deco house. Some of the places around here were surrounded by big wood, stone or concrete walls. Not the Gomez home. The sides were fenced, as was the rear, but the front was open to the street.
Agent Bill Foley, who had been on duty in his car watching the house, was still by his car and staring up at the place. When he saw Brett coming toward him, his ruddy face grew even darker and he shook his head in self-disgust. He started speaking without even pausing to say hello.
I wasnt sleeping, I wasnt on the phone, texting or even listening to music, Brett. I was watching that house. I dont know how the hell anyone got inside. I tried to reach her on the phone for a prearranged check-in, but she didnt answer. I went in and did a quick sweep and...no one. When I got upstairs and couldnt find her I looked out, and I thought shed jumped. She loved Miguel. Shed been depressed. Brett, I dont know how the hell anyone got in there. If you dont punch in the alarm code, a siren loud enough to wake the entire peninsula goes off.
Someone knew the password, Brett said. All we can do is theorize right now. Someone had the codesomehow. I dont know. Well check into the alarm company, make sure they dont have someone on the Barillo payroll. Someone could conceivably have come over the gate in the rear, lipped around through the foliage to the front door and then keyed in the entry code.
I dont know how they got by me, Bill told him.
Were canvassing the neighborhood, Brett told him. Well see if we can find anyone who saw anything unusual.
Diego, he saw, was down the street, speaking with an elderly man who was walking a small mixed-breed dog. Diego motioned to him and he excused himself to Bill to join his partner.
Diego looked at Brett with a grim smile. This is Mr. Claude Derby, he said.
Brett nodded. Special Agent Brett Cody, Mr. Derby. Thank you for speaking with us.
Of course, the elderly man said.
Diego cleared his throat. Mr. Derby says that he saw Miguel Gomez.
Derby strenuously nodded. It was right around dusk last night. I was out walking Rocko here. I saw him and said, Miguel! Thank Godwe all thought you were dead.
Are you sure it was Miguel? Brett asked.