“How did he leave New York?”
“By bus. I think. It was all so fast, so quick. I came home and he was packing. He said he’d come back one day, rich, he’d be somebody. He’d be the most important man in El Barrio. More than Mr. Ortiz, Mr. Ortega, others who were rich and had position. Big car, big house. Big dreams.” She closed her eyes. “A couple weeks later, when I went to pay the rent, I found out he’d taken the money out of my account. He’d gotten into my bank account by the computer, he was clever that way. He stole from me before he left, and I had to ask Mr. Ortiz for a loan, an advance to pay the rent. Lino, he’d send money now and then, as if that made it all right that he’d stolen from me so I had to beg for money to pay the rent.
“He was my child,” she finished, “but he was his father’s son.”
“I appreciate all you’ve done, Mrs. Franco, and I’m sorry for all you’ve lost. As soon as I’m able, I’ll notify you so you can make arrangements for your son.”
After she’d led them out, she went to her office. At her desk, she checked access for the case files she wanted, found Whitney had come through.
She got coffee, sat, and as she read made notes of the names of the investigating officers, the witnesses, the victims, the fatalities.
She stopped on Lino’s name, saw the notation that the subject could not be located, and the statement from Teresa about him leaving town two days prior. A statement corroborated by others. Including Penny Soto.
Joe Inez had been questioned and released, alibied up tight. And he, too, had corroborated Teresa’s statement regarding Lino. The investigators had canvassed the neighborhoods, hit all of Lino’s and Chávez’s known haunts, followed up at transpo stations. Lino had gone into the wind-and reading between the lines of the detective’s report, he hadn’t believed Lino had blown prior to the incident.
“Hey, me either,” Eve concurred. She took what she had and headed out to take a swing at Penny.
The lawyer wore a chunk of gold the size of home plate on the middle finger of his right hand, and a suit the color of radioactive limes. There was enough oil in his hair to fry a small army of chickens, and his teeth were a blinding white gleam.
Eve thought: Do you actually want to be a cliché?
He got out of his chair when she entered and rose to his full five feet, five inches. And an inch of that came from the heels of his snake-patterned boots.
“My client’s waited over two hours,” he began, “and nearly all of that without benefit of legal counsel.”
“Uh-huh.” Eve sat down, opened her file. “Your legal counsel, which I assume is this.” Eve glanced up at the lawyer. “Should be aware that two hours is well within the reasonable time frame, and that you haven’t been questioned since you requested counsel. Therefore, he should sit down so we don’t waste any more time. Record on.” She read off the salients, cocked her brow at the lawyer. “Ms. Soto is represented by?”
“Carlos Montoya.”
“Who is present. Mr. Montoya, did you present your identification and license to practice for scan?”
“I did.”
“Good. Ms. Soto, you’ve been read your rights, and have stated you understand them, and your obligations in this matter.”
“It’s all shit.”
“But you understand all the shit?”
Penny shrugged. “I understand fine, just like I understand me and my lawyer are going to sue your ass for false arrest.”
“Won’t that be fun? You’re charged with assaulting an officer, which includes assault with a weapon and resisting arrest.”
“I never touched you.”
“As the touchee, I beg to differ. However, I’d be willing to negotiate those charges if you find yourself now willing and able to answer questions regarding Lino Martinez, and events pertaining to him.”
“I told you already, I haven’t seen Lino since I was fifteen.”
“You lied.”
“My client-”
“Is a liar, but you probably get that a lot. Me, too. The body of Lino Martinez has been officially identified. We are aware he posed as one Father Miguel Flores for a period of more than five years, and frequented the bodega where you work. We are aware of your previous relationship. You want to keep insisting you didn’t know, then we’ll stick with the assault and resisting, and given your record, you’ll be doing a little time in a cage.”
Eve closed the file, started to rise.
“I’m not doing time for knocking your hand away when you went to grab me.”
“Oh yeah, you are, and for pulling a knife, for spitting in my face, and resisting. And since you don’t know me, let me point out to you-and your counsel-that if you had even one private conversation with Lino Martinez, met him anywhere, any time outside the bodega, I’m going to find out. Then I’m going to knock you back for making a false statement-and I’m going to start wondering if you got your hands on some cyanide, then-”
“This is bullshit.”
Eve only smiled, turned for the door.
“Wait a damn minute. I want to talk to my lawyer before I say another thing.”
“Pause record. I’ll just step out so you two can chat.”
Eve left them, considered risking Vending for a tube of Pepsi, but decided it wasn’t going to take that long. Inside three minutes, Montoya came to the door.
“My client may be willing to amend her statement.”
“Okeydokey.” Eve stepped back in, sat, smiled, folded her hands. “Resume record.” Waited.
“If my client addresses your questions regarding Lino Martinez, you will drop the charges currently against her.”
“If she answers truthfully, to my satisfaction, she gets a pass on the charges.”
“Go ahead, Penny.”
“Maybe I kinda had this feeling, this vibe, you know, when he started coming in. He didn’t look like Lino, or not a lot. But there was something. And after a while, maybe we flirted some. Weird, him being a priest, and I don’t like the holier-than-thou types. But Lino and I, we always had something. We made it a lot back in the day, and I kept getting this buzz from him.”
“Did you start banging before or after you knew who he was?”
Penny smirked. “Before. I think he got off on it. Maybe I did, too. Back room of the bodega, after closing. Man, he hammered me. Pent up, you know? Had to figure it was all that celibacy song. Couple times after, we’d meet at this flop a friend of mine has. She works nights. Or we’d use a rent-by-the-hour. Then this one time, after we’d made it, he tells me. We had a big laugh.”
“Did he tell you what happened to Father Flores?”
“What did I care? How’m I supposed to know there ever was one?”
“Why was he masquerading as a priest?”
“He wanted to come back, lay low. He liked people looking at him like he was a big deal, he liked the respect.”
“Five years, Penny. Don’t string me. What was the angle?”
“He liked the secrets, too, the sins. He used them when he could, when he wanted.”
“Blackmail?”
“He had some ready, sure. More than a priest earns. When he was in the mood, he’d get us a room at a fancy hotel, and we’d order room service and shit. Paid cash.”
“Did he buy you things?”
“Sure.” She flipped her finger at one of her earrings. “Lino wasn’t stingy.”
“He trusted you a lot.”
“Lino and I went back, all the way back. We needed each other. That’s what this is about.” She slapped her palm on her tattoo. “This is family, and it’s protection. My mother was useless, more interested in her next fix than me. More interested in that than stopping my old man from moving on me. Barely twelve years old the first time he raped me. Slapped me around good, too, and he tells me I’ll keep my mouth shut about it, and he won’t slap me around next time. Kept it shut for two years before I couldn’t take it anymore. I joined the Soldados, and I got family.”