Kate knew where Mazur was headed. In the killer’s tape, Gloria never mentioned having called her husband. Wouldn’t a frightened woman tell a strange man this, even if it weren’t true?
“My client has had enough for today,” Bennett said. “I’m not going to stand here while you go on a fishing expedition.”
“I understand you and your wife have a daughter,” Kate said.
“Technically, Gloria was Isabella’s stepmother. But Gloria and Isabella were very close.” The shift to his child sharpened Sanchez’s tone.
“How old is she?” Kate asked.
“Does she live here?”
Sanchez closed his eyes. “She’s in prelaw at Georgetown. She comes home from time to time.”
“Where is she now?” Kate asked.
“She’s on her way home. I called her this morning. Her flight was delayed,” he said.
“I’d like to talk to her when she arrives,” Kate said.
“Why?” Sanchez challenged. “She wasn’t here when Gloria died. She’s coming home to grieve for her stepmother and to support me.”
“My questions are strictly background,” Kate said. “And I’ll do my best not to upset her.”
When Sanchez readied to speak again, Bennett laid a hand on his arm, silencing him. “I’ll want to be present when you speak to Miss Sanchez.”
“Her first name is Isabella?” Kate asked.
“Yes,” Sanchez said.
“And her biological mother was your first wife, who died in a car accident?” Kate asked.
“Selena’s death was a devastating blow.” Sanchez was clenching his jaw, an indicator of aggression. “And I don’t see how her death is relevant now.”
“That’s enough with the questions,” Bennett interjected.
Sanchez laid his hand on his lawyer’s arm. “Gloria’s death has torn me in half,” he said. “But Detective Mazur, I won’t let you traumatize my daughter.”
As if the man had not spoken, Mazur glanced to Kate and in a pleasant voice asked, “You have any more questions? I’ll stay as long as you need to be here.”
“I’ve no more immediate inquiries for Mr. Sanchez,” Kate said. “But I do want to talk to Isabella. I’ll return when she’s home.”
Mazur nodded. “We’ll be back.”
The first kill is a rush of adrenaline, fear, worry, and elation all in one.
San Antonio, Texas
Monday, November 27, 8:45 p.m.
As Mazur pulled away from the Sanchez house, he was convinced Martin Sanchez had secrets. But being an adulterer didn’t make him a murderer. “The first Mrs. Sanchez died in a car accident,” Mazur said as he drove. “And Martin Sanchez is a car mechanic.”
“And Gloria is much younger. It’s a cliché because it happens a lot.” Kate glanced at the clock on the dash and frowned. “I didn’t realize it was so late.”
“Time flies when you’re having fun.”
“What’s your next move in this investigation?” she asked.
“I’m going to check in with the forensic team and see what they’ve found out about Gloria Sanchez’s car. Jenny Calhoun said she’d have an update for me tonight.”
“I’d like to hear it.”
Five minutes into the drive, her phone buzzed. “My boss,” she said as she studied the display. “I have to take this.”
“Agent Ramsey,” she said. “I have yet to draw any conclusions on the case.”