Cabs, Cakes, and Corpses: A Jessica James Cozy Mystery (Murder on the Equator Book 1) by Jennifer Joy

Author:Jennifer Joy [Joy, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-20T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Agent Vasquez said nothing. Had he heard me?

“If I am to believe your allegations, I need facts. Why is Tia Rosa under suspicion?” Calm down, lassie. Too bitey. He wouldn’t share anything with me like that. I needed to be a victim.

Relaxing my eyebrows, widening my eyes, and slumping my shoulders, I raised my hand up to my forehead and let my elbow rest against the table, shaking my head as the realization settled in that I may have been duped. (At least, that’s what I wanted him to think.) I added breathlessly, “They are such nice, old ladies.” Okay, maybe that was stretching it a bit, but I needed him to feel sorry for poor, little, foolish me.

It worked.

“I will give you what facts pertain to your situation in the expectation that you cut all ties with the señoras Jimenez. By Señora Rosa’s own testimony, she had not seen Maria Guzmán the day of her murder or the day before. It is a blatant lie.”

“A lie? I don’t understand.” I considered twirling a piece of hair, but decided against it. I wanted him to think I was merely dumbfounded, not a complete bimbo.

I shrugged. “Maybe she forgot. That’s hardly incriminating evidence.”

“Señora Jimenez’s fingerprints were on the driver’s side of the cab at the crime scene.”

I shook my head, fishing for more. “She may have taken her taxi during the week. There must be hundreds of prints all over the car.”

“Her prints were fresh. No smudges to indicate they had been made days before.”

Okay, now I was starting to get worried. “You said they were on the front of the car? How many people really rest their fingers on the front of the car? Couldn’t they have been made days ago?”

His eyebrows raised. “How can you explain the curly, gray hair on the hood of the car Señora Guzmán was slain in?”

He raised his hand. “Before you suggest that somehow some adhesive material on the hood of her car prevented the hair from blowing away, let me stop you. The fingerprints and the hair put Señora Rosa at the scene of the crime within the time frame of the murder.”

“You can’t honestly think she did it.” No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t even imagine Tia Rosa wielding a machete. There wasn’t a mean bone in her squishy body.

“At this point, I have to consider everyone a suspect. It’s my job. And I’m very good at it.”

I wasn’t ready to let it go just yet. “Why would she go to Maria’s house to get my stuff if she had just murdered her? Wouldn’t she want to stay away? I was with her when we went to give our condolences to the family as soon as we learned what had happened.”

“Can you account for her presence the entire time?” he asked.

No, no, sir. You are not going to get information from me.

Choosing my words quickly, I let my nerves loose. I fidgeted and avoided eye contact.

“What? What do you remember?” he asked, leaning forward, his pen poised over a notepad.

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