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your birth name was Chelsea Marie Preston?”
“Yes.”
“It says here when you were sixteen-years-old you assaulted a girl in your school. This would suggest that you are capable of violence.”
She didn’t answer that one. Let him figure it out. Yasmine had caused the death of her friend, and nothing came of it. Somebody had to do something and since no one did, she took it on singlehandedly.
“Do you know the man who was murdered in your apartment?”
“No. And you know I had nothing to do with it since I’ve been at work all day.”
“Quite true, but I still have to ask. Do you really want to know the name of the man?”
She nodded.
“Austin De Leon and he is the son of a man who died years ago. Any guess to who that is?”
“Emilio De Leon, one of the most powerful men in Mexico. Are you telling me that Austin Rodriquez is Austin De Leon?”
“Yes. His father was declared dead in an explosion of a yacht over three years ago by. He was pronounced dead on the basis of forensic evidence at the explosion site but no dead body was found. Rumor has it that he is still alive, hidden away somewhere. Are you starting to see the connection?”
“No, I am not following.”
“Your uncle, Isaac Welsh, was one of Emilio De Leon’s drug runners. And you know he is serving a life sentence for murder and drug trafficking.”
She knew her uncle was in prison, but she had no idea of the details nor his involvement with drugs.
“You’re telling me that I am somehow connected to all this?”
“Yes, although I don’t know why Emilio De Leon would murder your parents.”
Chelsea remembered the threatening phone calls she had received earlier in the day. And now she was learning that Emilio De Leon might still be alive.
“He kept you alive all those years ago and you should wonder why.”
This has always puzzled her. Why did whoever kill her parents not kill her too? She was in the same house, her door was unlocked, and she was only a child. She could not have resisted them.
Her childhood memory of the teddy bear became clearer, but she had to be sure.
“Can I go visit my uncle in prison?” She asked.
“Does it have something to do with the case?”
“Yes, but I can’t tell you now, until I’m certain.”
“Fine, we’ll arrange for you to go tomorrow,” Pierce told her.
“Okay. But where am I going to stay tonight?” She could not go back to her apartment based on the condition it was in. Furthermore, it was now a crime scene.
“We have a guest room at my place.”
“So I am no longer a suspect?”
“You never really were. And we have evidence that someone else was at your apartment. Plus we have a dirty cop somewhere so we have to be careful and make it seem like you are under suspicion. It would make you less vulnerable.”
This made sense. She had forgotten that part. Someone was feeding her enemies information about what was happening in the police department. She wondered who that could be.
“Maybe, I should just stay at the station tonight and start looking into some of these things,” she suggested. Things were beginning to fall into place, although she still could not see the connection with Ashlee Thompson.
“Not on your life. And you’re too tired to be productive. C’mon, Chelsea, stop being stubborn.” Pierce’s voice brooked no argument.
She gave in and followed him meekly to the car. Her mind was still in a whirl but she could feel her eyelids drooping. It had been a long and difficult day. The soothing hum of the car did not help. Soon she was falling asleep. One last though flashed across her mind.
“Where is Dean?” She asked.
But she did not hear the answer. She had drifted off to sleep while Pierce was explaining.
Chapter Ten
Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape. ~ Rumi
The back alley smelled of sewage and rotting food and flies were buzzing about as he waited patiently for his contact. Part of him felt like leaving while the other
“Yes.”
“It says here when you were sixteen-years-old you assaulted a girl in your school. This would suggest that you are capable of violence.”
She didn’t answer that one. Let him figure it out. Yasmine had caused the death of her friend, and nothing came of it. Somebody had to do something and since no one did, she took it on singlehandedly.
“Do you know the man who was murdered in your apartment?”
“No. And you know I had nothing to do with it since I’ve been at work all day.”
“Quite true, but I still have to ask. Do you really want to know the name of the man?”
She nodded.
“Austin De Leon and he is the son of a man who died years ago. Any guess to who that is?”
“Emilio De Leon, one of the most powerful men in Mexico. Are you telling me that Austin Rodriquez is Austin De Leon?”
“Yes. His father was declared dead in an explosion of a yacht over three years ago by. He was pronounced dead on the basis of forensic evidence at the explosion site but no dead body was found. Rumor has it that he is still alive, hidden away somewhere. Are you starting to see the connection?”
“No, I am not following.”
“Your uncle, Isaac Welsh, was one of Emilio De Leon’s drug runners. And you know he is serving a life sentence for murder and drug trafficking.”
She knew her uncle was in prison, but she had no idea of the details nor his involvement with drugs.
“You’re telling me that I am somehow connected to all this?”
“Yes, although I don’t know why Emilio De Leon would murder your parents.”
Chelsea remembered the threatening phone calls she had received earlier in the day. And now she was learning that Emilio De Leon might still be alive.
“He kept you alive all those years ago and you should wonder why.”
This has always puzzled her. Why did whoever kill her parents not kill her too? She was in the same house, her door was unlocked, and she was only a child. She could not have resisted them.
Her childhood memory of the teddy bear became clearer, but she had to be sure.
“Can I go visit my uncle in prison?” She asked.
“Does it have something to do with the case?”
“Yes, but I can’t tell you now, until I’m certain.”
“Fine, we’ll arrange for you to go tomorrow,” Pierce told her.
“Okay. But where am I going to stay tonight?” She could not go back to her apartment based on the condition it was in. Furthermore, it was now a crime scene.
“We have a guest room at my place.”
“So I am no longer a suspect?”
“You never really were. And we have evidence that someone else was at your apartment. Plus we have a dirty cop somewhere so we have to be careful and make it seem like you are under suspicion. It would make you less vulnerable.”
This made sense. She had forgotten that part. Someone was feeding her enemies information about what was happening in the police department. She wondered who that could be.
“Maybe, I should just stay at the station tonight and start looking into some of these things,” she suggested. Things were beginning to fall into place, although she still could not see the connection with Ashlee Thompson.
“Not on your life. And you’re too tired to be productive. C’mon, Chelsea, stop being stubborn.” Pierce’s voice brooked no argument.
She gave in and followed him meekly to the car. Her mind was still in a whirl but she could feel her eyelids drooping. It had been a long and difficult day. The soothing hum of the car did not help. Soon she was falling asleep. One last though flashed across her mind.
“Where is Dean?” She asked.
But she did not hear the answer. She had drifted off to sleep while Pierce was explaining.
Chapter Ten
Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape. ~ Rumi
The back alley smelled of sewage and rotting food and flies were buzzing about as he waited patiently for his contact. Part of him felt like leaving while the other
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