"I found a lot of useful information. None of which I'm going to divulge."
"That good, huh?"
"That good."
"You're playing with fire, my friend."
"She's a legitimate businesswoman," I said, still trying to convince myself.
"And I’m the King of England.”
"Neither here nor there at the moment. We’ve got other things to focus on." I caught him up to speed.
"Alright. I'm going to whip up a little something to eat, then I'll swing by and pick you up."
I ended the call, then made the call I'd been dreading. I dialed Isabella. "Hey, I've got another favor to ask. I need you to look into Catalina Navarro. Tell me what you find out about her.”
Isabella's fingers danced across the keys. A few minutes later, she said, "She's an interesting one. The one from the jewelry heist, right?"
"Yes."
“Is this a professional inquiry, or a personal one?”
"Maybe a little of both."
"Good Lord, Tyson. What have you gotten yourself into this time?”
40
“Okay, yeah. I went to her office the night she died,” Greg said when we caught up with him at Rex’s boat. “But I swear, I didn’t kill her.”
I regarded him with skepticism.
"Why did you go there?"
"I thought we could settle this thing.”
"What made you think that?”
He sighed. "She called, said she wanted to make me an offer. I said okay. I wanted to get this thing over with as much as anybody else. She changed her tune and became a lot more agreeable when I told my attorney to audit her books. I don't think she wanted me digging into them. Which made me start to think she had a lot more money than she was letting on." He paused and took a breath. "Anyway, I went to her office, and it devolved into the same old bullshit. We got into a fight. She pushed me and started punching me. I don't know what happened. I snapped. I’d had enough. I shoved her back, and shefell and hit her head. She was out cold on the floor. I panicked. I didn't know what to do. For a second, I worried that I had killed her." He frowned and shook his head. "I knew she was going to turn this around on me. Make me into the bad guy. Probably get me arrested. Who knows?”
"Is that when you killed her?”
His face twisted with a scowl. "No. That's when I heard somebody come into the office. I didn't know who it was. The last thing I wanted was one of her assistants to find me in there with Laura out cold on the floor. How would that look? So I hid in the storage closet.”
I gave him a doubtful glance.
"These guys found her on the floor, put her in the chair, and duct taped her to it. When she came to, they started asking her all kinds of questions.”
"What kind of questions?”
“They wanted to know if she had told anyone. They wanted to know if she had gone to the cops. If she was an informant. They asked if anyone else knew about their agreement. I didn’t know what they were talking about, but I assumed it was drugs.”
"Did you get a look at these people?”
He looked at me like it was a stupid question. "I told you, I was in the closet. I couldn't see. I just heard voices. There were two men and a woman.”
"A woman?"
