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hanging in Jeremy’s closet. Where had he come up with the money to buy three hundred dollar shirts not to mention all the electronic gadgets that would have cost a small fortune? The money refunded from NYU would not have been enough. Had Jeremy started stealing as Caesar suggested? Sure, Jeremy’s behavior had changed dramatically in recent weeks, but she couldn’t believe he’d resorted to stealing for money. Which brought her back to the question of how Jeremy could afford such extravagant items?
She did a thorough toss of every square inch of the room, but didn’t uncover a single clue as to how Jeremy had spent his days or what caused him to simply drop out of a life she thought he wanted.
Chapter Six
Riley figured it was best not to return to the precinct after his meeting with Deb. He needed to lie low for a bit. Frank had left him at least half a dozen voice messages warning him that the Lieu was mad as hell and had been looking for him for hours.
Unfortunately, his time with Deb hadn’t proven as insightful as he’d expected. Instead of gaining anything useful as to why the FBI had taken interest in a seemingly routine murder case, their meeting produced more questions than answers.
The one person who might know something , however insignificant it might seem, was Jordan. While he hoped to convince her to at least talk to him, there’d been no communication between them since her last call. Did he risk further distancing her by calling back? Riley had a feeling time was running out for the both of them.
If he couldn’t convince her to talk to him or give him any information about her brother’s last days, then there was only one other person left to talk to.
Caesar Santiago.
He knew very little about the man other than what he’d read in surveillance reports from the past. More recently in the local papers. The press seemed to love Santiago, declaring him the next Donald Trump of the diamond business.
He was s mart. Good looking -- if you like the dark Latin type. Apparently, Jordan’s tastes ran along those lines.
M ost significant was the fact that Santiago hadn’t attempted to hide from his past from the press. He’d been open and honest – or so it appeared on the surface – with a female reporter who’d interviewed him a couple of months back for the lifestyle section of the ‘Times’ .
Santiago’s family operated the largest Columbian drug cartel in the country. But by accounts the thirty-three-year-old Columbian had walked away from the money and power and made a name for himself in the diamond community.
Riley’s partner told him Santiago had made numerous calls to the precinct over the last hour or so, checking on the progress of the Scott kid’s murder. A red flag as far as Riley was concerned. The man was fishing for information about the case. Which was why Riley was betting Santiago would be more willing to talk than his fiancé had been.
When he called ahead, Santiago’s assistant told him Santiago was agreeable to the meet.
In fact , he seemed eager. He was waiting for him in the lobby of his office building when Riley ducked in.
“Detective Donovan . Thank you for stopping by. Come, we can talk better in my office.” The Columbian moved with pent up energy past several elegant display cases probably containing millions of dollars in diamonds. Instead of crossing the Italian marble lobby to the bank of elevators, Santiago veered down a short hallway to a door marked ‘stairwell’. Riley wondered if this were deliberate or part of the man’s normal workout routine.
The thirteenth floor opened into a waiting area where a young woman sat working on the computer. Santiago retrieved several messages from the girl, then proceeded through another door that led into a stylish but somewhat cavernous office.
Riley refused coffee while trying to remain polite. He couldn’t afford to piss off his only means of gaining insight into Jeremy Scott’s final days
She did a thorough toss of every square inch of the room, but didn’t uncover a single clue as to how Jeremy had spent his days or what caused him to simply drop out of a life she thought he wanted.
Chapter Six
Riley figured it was best not to return to the precinct after his meeting with Deb. He needed to lie low for a bit. Frank had left him at least half a dozen voice messages warning him that the Lieu was mad as hell and had been looking for him for hours.
Unfortunately, his time with Deb hadn’t proven as insightful as he’d expected. Instead of gaining anything useful as to why the FBI had taken interest in a seemingly routine murder case, their meeting produced more questions than answers.
The one person who might know something , however insignificant it might seem, was Jordan. While he hoped to convince her to at least talk to him, there’d been no communication between them since her last call. Did he risk further distancing her by calling back? Riley had a feeling time was running out for the both of them.
If he couldn’t convince her to talk to him or give him any information about her brother’s last days, then there was only one other person left to talk to.
Caesar Santiago.
He knew very little about the man other than what he’d read in surveillance reports from the past. More recently in the local papers. The press seemed to love Santiago, declaring him the next Donald Trump of the diamond business.
He was s mart. Good looking -- if you like the dark Latin type. Apparently, Jordan’s tastes ran along those lines.
M ost significant was the fact that Santiago hadn’t attempted to hide from his past from the press. He’d been open and honest – or so it appeared on the surface – with a female reporter who’d interviewed him a couple of months back for the lifestyle section of the ‘Times’ .
Santiago’s family operated the largest Columbian drug cartel in the country. But by accounts the thirty-three-year-old Columbian had walked away from the money and power and made a name for himself in the diamond community.
Riley’s partner told him Santiago had made numerous calls to the precinct over the last hour or so, checking on the progress of the Scott kid’s murder. A red flag as far as Riley was concerned. The man was fishing for information about the case. Which was why Riley was betting Santiago would be more willing to talk than his fiancé had been.
When he called ahead, Santiago’s assistant told him Santiago was agreeable to the meet.
In fact , he seemed eager. He was waiting for him in the lobby of his office building when Riley ducked in.
“Detective Donovan . Thank you for stopping by. Come, we can talk better in my office.” The Columbian moved with pent up energy past several elegant display cases probably containing millions of dollars in diamonds. Instead of crossing the Italian marble lobby to the bank of elevators, Santiago veered down a short hallway to a door marked ‘stairwell’. Riley wondered if this were deliberate or part of the man’s normal workout routine.
The thirteenth floor opened into a waiting area where a young woman sat working on the computer. Santiago retrieved several messages from the girl, then proceeded through another door that led into a stylish but somewhat cavernous office.
Riley refused coffee while trying to remain polite. He couldn’t afford to piss off his only means of gaining insight into Jeremy Scott’s final days
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