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high heels.”
“No,” Fairmont interjected. “There’s a yard service that takes care of most of the houses within the gated community. We’re going to go interview the workers and the company tomorrow. We don’t think it will turn up much—they only get to that yard every Friday—but they’re always in the area so maybe they saw someone or something suspicious.”
“Good,” Parks commented. “Stay on it. What did you guys learn about her job?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary,” Fairmont said, digging through his notes. “Works for herself. Used to work for Coldwell Banker but broke off and started her own real estate group about three years ago. She has two other agents who work under her. They do fairly well considering the current real estate climate. Mostly up-scale homes and mansions. Beverly Hills, Bel Air, and Hollywood Hills areas. Everyone gets paid. And on time. No outstanding debts or creditors or anything of the like. Had to take out a small business loan to get started, but it’s been paid back in full.”
Fairmont looked to Tippin, who continued with what he had been able to dig up online.
“There are no outstanding personal debts that the Tisdales owe, either her or him,” Tippin explained. “They have the house, pay the mortgage on time. Both have good credit. The most expensive thing they have is her car, but that’s a lease and she has another thirty months on it. That seems a little pricey for the rest of their lifestyle, but it might make a difference to the clientele she’s trying to bring in so that’s probably the reason for the car.”
“Did we find the car?”
“We contacted BMW and had them activate the GPS tracker, and so far, nothing. They’re assuming it was disabled,” Fairmont said. “We have a BOLO for the vehicle and Highway Patrol’s been notified.”
“All right. Anything else?”
“Other than that, no children, no pets, no outstanding debts, nothing. No major financial changes or withdrawals within the last six months.”
“Interesting,” Parks said. “So n othing in their financials sticks out?”
“We only made it back as far as six months,” Moore an swered. “But we’ll stay with it tomorrow if you want us to keep digging.”
“Yeah, do that. Go back a year, maybe two.”
“What about the husband?” Hardwick interjected from the back of the room.
“The husband’s got no solid alibi. Then again, we haven’t been able to find a motive for him either.”
“He’s a man and he’s married to a woman. I’ve learned sometimes that’s enough.”
“That and he lied,” Parks said.
“Oh?” Hardwick said as she looked to Moore, who shrugged, not knowing what Parks was talking about. “What about?”
“He got short when I brought up their sex life.”
“So. Most people do. That’s private.”
“True. But I think he was holding something back. He got flustered when I mentioned an affair.”
“So he was stepping out on his wife,” Hardwick said, nodding.
“I don’t think so,” Parks disagreed.
“You think she was?” Fairmont asked.
“I believe so. It was the way he handled the questions. He said he loves his wife. He never cheated. But . . . something happened. I don’t think it was him, though. His rea ctions—”
“Well, then maybe it was him that killed her,” Hardwick suggested. “She was sleeping around and he lost it.”
“No,” Parks disagreed. “This so-called, alleged affair, if there was one, happened a while ago. It was as if they had reconciled and he had forgiven her. Almost forgot about it until I brought it up. It wasn’t how he wanted to remember his dead wife.”
“But if she did it once,” Hardwick said not dropping the subject. “Old habits and all that.”
“True. Whatever the case, right now he’s our prime suspect. Our best shot. But his grief struck me as genuine when we broke the news of his wife. I’m not saying we’re writing him off—like I said, he’s our best
“No,” Fairmont interjected. “There’s a yard service that takes care of most of the houses within the gated community. We’re going to go interview the workers and the company tomorrow. We don’t think it will turn up much—they only get to that yard every Friday—but they’re always in the area so maybe they saw someone or something suspicious.”
“Good,” Parks commented. “Stay on it. What did you guys learn about her job?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary,” Fairmont said, digging through his notes. “Works for herself. Used to work for Coldwell Banker but broke off and started her own real estate group about three years ago. She has two other agents who work under her. They do fairly well considering the current real estate climate. Mostly up-scale homes and mansions. Beverly Hills, Bel Air, and Hollywood Hills areas. Everyone gets paid. And on time. No outstanding debts or creditors or anything of the like. Had to take out a small business loan to get started, but it’s been paid back in full.”
Fairmont looked to Tippin, who continued with what he had been able to dig up online.
“There are no outstanding personal debts that the Tisdales owe, either her or him,” Tippin explained. “They have the house, pay the mortgage on time. Both have good credit. The most expensive thing they have is her car, but that’s a lease and she has another thirty months on it. That seems a little pricey for the rest of their lifestyle, but it might make a difference to the clientele she’s trying to bring in so that’s probably the reason for the car.”
“Did we find the car?”
“We contacted BMW and had them activate the GPS tracker, and so far, nothing. They’re assuming it was disabled,” Fairmont said. “We have a BOLO for the vehicle and Highway Patrol’s been notified.”
“All right. Anything else?”
“Other than that, no children, no pets, no outstanding debts, nothing. No major financial changes or withdrawals within the last six months.”
“Interesting,” Parks said. “So n othing in their financials sticks out?”
“We only made it back as far as six months,” Moore an swered. “But we’ll stay with it tomorrow if you want us to keep digging.”
“Yeah, do that. Go back a year, maybe two.”
“What about the husband?” Hardwick interjected from the back of the room.
“The husband’s got no solid alibi. Then again, we haven’t been able to find a motive for him either.”
“He’s a man and he’s married to a woman. I’ve learned sometimes that’s enough.”
“That and he lied,” Parks said.
“Oh?” Hardwick said as she looked to Moore, who shrugged, not knowing what Parks was talking about. “What about?”
“He got short when I brought up their sex life.”
“So. Most people do. That’s private.”
“True. But I think he was holding something back. He got flustered when I mentioned an affair.”
“So he was stepping out on his wife,” Hardwick said, nodding.
“I don’t think so,” Parks disagreed.
“You think she was?” Fairmont asked.
“I believe so. It was the way he handled the questions. He said he loves his wife. He never cheated. But . . . something happened. I don’t think it was him, though. His rea ctions—”
“Well, then maybe it was him that killed her,” Hardwick suggested. “She was sleeping around and he lost it.”
“No,” Parks disagreed. “This so-called, alleged affair, if there was one, happened a while ago. It was as if they had reconciled and he had forgiven her. Almost forgot about it until I brought it up. It wasn’t how he wanted to remember his dead wife.”
“But if she did it once,” Hardwick said not dropping the subject. “Old habits and all that.”
“True. Whatever the case, right now he’s our prime suspect. Our best shot. But his grief struck me as genuine when we broke the news of his wife. I’m not saying we’re writing him off—like I said, he’s our best
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