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need to go back to the police with those notes and see if they can trace any DNA evidence on them.” Eduardo pulled into the parking lot of the inn and regarded me gravely.
“But the notes have been exposed to all sorts of things that could have corrupted the DNA. Probably the only DNA on them at this point belongs to me.”
“Well, we at least have to try. In fact…” Before I could protest, Eduardo was jerking the car into gear and cruising out of the parking lot.
“Are you taking me to the police station?” I asked wearily, dreading another fruitless exchange with Officer Calderon or one of his uncaring colleagues.
“Yes. Look, if the Jorge Canton who signed my petition really is the son of the man who dated your aunt, then we have a prime suspect on our hands.”
“Not a prime suspect for my aunt’s murder! Unless you’re trying to tell me that a baby committed the act!” I protested as Eduardo chuckled humorlessly.
“Of course not. I meant that he’s a prime suspect for being the writer of those notes. And his father may have been somehow linked to the crime. What I don’t understand is how he knows who you are. You’ve never spoken to him, right?”
“Never,” I confirmed as Maria Elena’s words rang in my head. You know you look like that whore Silvia. Except she was prettier than you . “I’ve been told that I resemble my Aunt Silvia. Maybe he’s seen pictures of her and put two and two together. There were so many newspaper articles published about my aunt after her murder. And there was an obituary. And now some of the articles might be available online in news archives.” I thought of the images I had seen of Aunt Silvia in Nana’s photo albums and had to admit that there was a strong family resemblance.
“Okay, you need to explain all this to the police. From the beginning. Come on, let’s go.” Eduardo parked the car in the police lot and gave my hand an affirming squeeze. Our romantic tapas dinner seemed billions of miles away as I braced myself for another exasperating session with law enforcement.
“Ah, didn’t I see you here the other day?” The dispatcher asked as I walked ahead of Eduardo into the station.
“Yes. I need to speak with a police officer. Anyone but Officer Calderon. Please,” I entreated as she gave me an amused look and paged for an officer.
“I can’t promise you who will answer my page,” she said snootily.
To my relief, an older police officer came to the front of the station and immediately led us to a private room. “I’m Detective Mendez. What seems to be the trouble?”
Detective? I wanted to leap up and give the man a huge bear hug. Glancing over at Eduardo for an infusion of strength and finding it in his gentle gaze, I cleared my throat and unloaded the whole complex story. I wasn’t sure if it was because the officer was older or because I had a man with me, but he seemed to take me far more seriously than Calderon had. There wasn’t a trace of humor in his features or sarcasm in his voice as he spoke. “Do you have the notes with you?”
“Yes, I think they’re in my purse.” Against my will, my eyes began to water with gratitude for finally being taken seriously. Trying to rein in my tears, I passed the note across the table, surprised when Detective Mendez refused to touch it.
“This is evidence, Señorita Falcon. It can’t have my fingerprints on it.” Slipping on a pair of gloves, the detective grasped the papers in his hand before sliding them into individual plastic bags. “There. No one else’s hands will touch these. They’re going straight to the crime lab.”
“So you’re actually going to help me and not turn me away?” I asked as some of the pressure released in my temples.
“Of course I’m going to help you. That’s my job. But besides, I’m very familiar with the murder of Silvia Falcon. It’s a case that I’ve tried to get
“But the notes have been exposed to all sorts of things that could have corrupted the DNA. Probably the only DNA on them at this point belongs to me.”
“Well, we at least have to try. In fact…” Before I could protest, Eduardo was jerking the car into gear and cruising out of the parking lot.
“Are you taking me to the police station?” I asked wearily, dreading another fruitless exchange with Officer Calderon or one of his uncaring colleagues.
“Yes. Look, if the Jorge Canton who signed my petition really is the son of the man who dated your aunt, then we have a prime suspect on our hands.”
“Not a prime suspect for my aunt’s murder! Unless you’re trying to tell me that a baby committed the act!” I protested as Eduardo chuckled humorlessly.
“Of course not. I meant that he’s a prime suspect for being the writer of those notes. And his father may have been somehow linked to the crime. What I don’t understand is how he knows who you are. You’ve never spoken to him, right?”
“Never,” I confirmed as Maria Elena’s words rang in my head. You know you look like that whore Silvia. Except she was prettier than you . “I’ve been told that I resemble my Aunt Silvia. Maybe he’s seen pictures of her and put two and two together. There were so many newspaper articles published about my aunt after her murder. And there was an obituary. And now some of the articles might be available online in news archives.” I thought of the images I had seen of Aunt Silvia in Nana’s photo albums and had to admit that there was a strong family resemblance.
“Okay, you need to explain all this to the police. From the beginning. Come on, let’s go.” Eduardo parked the car in the police lot and gave my hand an affirming squeeze. Our romantic tapas dinner seemed billions of miles away as I braced myself for another exasperating session with law enforcement.
“Ah, didn’t I see you here the other day?” The dispatcher asked as I walked ahead of Eduardo into the station.
“Yes. I need to speak with a police officer. Anyone but Officer Calderon. Please,” I entreated as she gave me an amused look and paged for an officer.
“I can’t promise you who will answer my page,” she said snootily.
To my relief, an older police officer came to the front of the station and immediately led us to a private room. “I’m Detective Mendez. What seems to be the trouble?”
Detective? I wanted to leap up and give the man a huge bear hug. Glancing over at Eduardo for an infusion of strength and finding it in his gentle gaze, I cleared my throat and unloaded the whole complex story. I wasn’t sure if it was because the officer was older or because I had a man with me, but he seemed to take me far more seriously than Calderon had. There wasn’t a trace of humor in his features or sarcasm in his voice as he spoke. “Do you have the notes with you?”
“Yes, I think they’re in my purse.” Against my will, my eyes began to water with gratitude for finally being taken seriously. Trying to rein in my tears, I passed the note across the table, surprised when Detective Mendez refused to touch it.
“This is evidence, Señorita Falcon. It can’t have my fingerprints on it.” Slipping on a pair of gloves, the detective grasped the papers in his hand before sliding them into individual plastic bags. “There. No one else’s hands will touch these. They’re going straight to the crime lab.”
“So you’re actually going to help me and not turn me away?” I asked as some of the pressure released in my temples.
“Of course I’m going to help you. That’s my job. But besides, I’m very familiar with the murder of Silvia Falcon. It’s a case that I’ve tried to get
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