Precinct coffee is no Beach Brew, but I think we’re all too tired to care at this point.
“Hubble is going to help me take notes so we can paint a picture of everything that happened yesterday. Why don’t you start Jordan?”
She looks nervous as she pulls the sleeves of her sweater over her hands and then takes a sip of her coffee. “Okay…” She takes a deep breath and recounts how she woke up to a knock at the door only to find a masked man pointing a gun at her. “I recognized his voice. I just couldn’t place it. When he threw me in the back of the van, he took off his mask and I knew who he was. Both him and the driver.”
This is news to me. She didn’t tell me or the police officer that last night. She didn’t say much after everything went down, period, but I had no idea she knew her kidnappers.
“It was Candy and Brad,” she looks at me. “Or they called themselves Monica and Richard.”
I’m shocked. How in the hell did they get involved in all of this? Miller looks at me and I tell him, “These two people robbed her a few weeks back while on a photoshoot. She contacted authorities but nothing came of it. I took the liberty and got the camera they stole back for her.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “Please tell me you didn’t do anything illegal.”
“I didn’t do anything illegal,” I tell him truthfully. “Morally gray, maybe. But illegal, no.”
He rubs the bridge of his nose and tells Hubble to make sure to get all of this so they can find the Bonnie and Clyde wannabes. “Continue, Jordan.”
And she does. She spends the next few minutes telling them about being at the warehouse and everything that was said and done to her.
I clench my jaw as she recounts yesterday's events. I hate that she was even in this position, and I vow to make sure she’s never involved in something like this again.
I’m next and I tell Miller about the phone call from Gomez, the one from Kyle, and everything up until the point his team entered the warehouse.
“You said these guys were waiting for Lucas.” Miller looks to Jordan. “But you came only after you heard from Kyle.” He looks at me. “I’m still confused.”
Conner interrupts. “Maybe I can help with that.” Miller nods his head for Conner to continue. “Emmett got a call at the office. One minute I was working and the next minute he stormed into my office telling me we had to go…that José needed to see us right away. When we headed out, Emmett looked confused as to why we couldn’t find Lucas, saying José specifically asked for us three and that we had only two hours to get there. We split up to try and find Lucas, but he was gone with the SUV, so Emmett said fuck it and we took his car.”
“Conner, I’m going to need your statement on how you got involved with Emmett in the first place. Lucas told me the story you told him, but I’ll need you to tell me everything.”
Conner looks at me nervously and then back at Miller. “Am I going to need a lawyer?”
“Only if you think you will.”
“What if I tell you that I have a lot more on Emmett than what I told Lucas.”
Why am I not surprised? He told me a lot but, like father like daughter, they both kept something close to them for insurance.
“How much more?” Miller questions.
“Everything. He may have been the CFO but he made me do all the dirty work. I kept meticulous records. More than half of it illegal. Plus, Emmett wasn’t just working with José. He had his hand in multiple endeavors with some very bad people.”
Miller looks to Jordan, probably thinking about the photos she provided us with, and then looks back at Conner. “You haveallthe illegal dealings?
Conner nods his head.
Miller takes a moment to think but then reaches his hand out to shake Conners. “Bring me everything and I’ll make you a deal.”
Conner makes a promise to bring his laptop and external hard drive back to the precinct by the end of the day, and Miller promises to have his immunity deal in writing when he returns.
When we’re about to leave, Miller turns to Jordan and says, “I want those other photos too. Amato told me you have more on an SD drive?”
She looks at me and then back at him and nods. “You’ll have them by the end of the day.”
We say our goodbyes and head outside. The sun is high in the sky without a cloud in sight and it’s a balmy seventy degrees. It’s the perfect Southern California fall day.
“Let’s get lunch or dinner soon,” Conner tells Jordan as we walk to our cars.
“Why don’t you come to my place for dinner tomorrow?” I interrupt. “Let’s say four o’clock?”
