The Scent of Lies by Debra Burroughs

Author:Debra Burroughs
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781477619018
Publisher: CreateSpace
Published: 2012-06-25T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Emily rang the doorbell at Delia’s elegant riverfront home. As she stood waiting for the door to be answered, she turned and looked back to the street, imagining the dark sedan parked under the street light. The man would have had a clear view of the large living room window, especially at the time of evening when it would have been dark outside and the house interior was illuminated. Why was that man parked out there?

The door opened and Emily spun back around to see Marcela greeting her.

“Hi, I’m Emily Parker. Is Delia McCall home?”

“No, I’m sorry,” Marcela answered, with her thick Hispanic accent and her hair up in a neat bun. “Miss Delia went to her office, at least that’s what she said. Would you like to leave a message for her?”

Emily felt a little silly now. She should have called before she came, but she assumed Delia would be there.

“Uh, no. I’ll call her. Sorry to have bothered you.”

“No bother.” Marcela took a step back and started to close the door.

“Wait!” Emily called out, realizing she had the opportunity to ask the housekeeper more questions. She just wasn’t sure what else she should ask.

“Sí, what is it?” Marcela asked, stepping forward.

“Marcela, I’m working for Ms. McCall, and I’d like to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind.”

“I already talk to police.”

“Yes, I know, but I’d like to talk to you, as well. You wouldn’t mind helping me, would you?

“No. Come in.”

She went inside and they sat around the breakfast table. Emily asked a few questions that she already knew the answers to, questions from the police interview. She hoped it would get the ball rolling and Marcela might say something she hadn’t told the police. It worked with Mr. Osterman, maybe it would work with this woman.

“Marcela, there was a man sitting in a car parked across the street around the time Ricardo was killed. Did you see the car?”

“No.”

Marcela’s response was too quick. She seemed a little nervous—but why?

Emily pushed the issue further. “His name is Harry Andropov. Does that sound familiar at all?”

“No.”

Emily questioned about the mystery woman too, but Marcela didn’t budge. She refused to give any additional details except that Ricardo kept telling the woman to leave or she would ruin everything.

“She would ruin everything? What do you think he meant by that?” Emily prodded.

“No sé. I don’t know.” Marcela shrugged noncommittally. “Maybe he meant Miss Delia would find out and divorce him.”

“The woman said she was pregnant?”

“Yes, she was very upset.”

“But you don’t know who she was?”

“No, I never see her before.”

“And you didn’t hear Ricardo use her name during their argument?”

“I don’t think so. If he did, I no remember.”

“Hmmm.” No further questions came to mind. “Well, I think that’s all the questions I have for now. Here’s my phone number.” Emily pulled a real estate business card out of her purse. “Don’t mind the real estate stuff on the card, there’s my cell phone number,” she pointed to the place on the card.

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