"This is bullshit! Do you know how many women suffer abuse like that on a daily basis and keep their mouths shut? Then, one day, things go too far, and they end up dead.”
Anger reddened her face, and her eyes misted. This was personal to her.
“I understand what you’re saying. If there was something more I could do, I would.”
“Mark my words, you’re going to come back to that house, maybe next week, maybe next year, and Mrs. Pearson is going to be dead.”
“I hope you’re wrong about that.”
“I’m not wrong. I know what I saw.”
4
Ihelped Zoe file a report through the online portal, then I filled out my report.
I thanked Zoe for calling it in, but told her to let the department handle it from here.
I headed back to the boat and picked up dinner to-go from Diver Down. JD and I chowed down with Cinnamon and Ginger on the sky deck. The beauties were taking good care of Jack, and he was milking it for all it was worth.
I told him about the situation with Zoe and the Pearsons.
“You think she’s making it up?”
I shrugged. “I think she saw something. But maybe not what she thinks she saw.”
“Some people are just looking for attention. You look into Pearson’s background?”
I nodded. “The guy runs a venture capital firm. No history of domestic abuse. No priors.”
We shot the breeze, drank fine whiskey, and filled our bellies. The evening was pretty low-key. We could use a little downtime, but I didn’t think we were going to get any.
My phone buzzed with a call from an unknown number.
I looked at the screen with dread before answering. At this time of night, it couldn’t be good. I swiped the screen and held the phone to my ear. “This is Deputy Wild.”
“Hey, it’s me.” Catalina’s soft voice was unmistakable.
“You’re out of jail.”
“Thank God. That place is dreadful.”
“Get used to it.”
“Now, that’s not nice.”
I tried to stifle a chuckle. It was rich, coming from her. “Neither is killing people.”
“I didn’t kill anyone.”
“Save it.”
She paused. “My lawyer says I shouldn’t talk to you.”
“Your lawyer is right.”
“I just wanted to see how you were doing.”
“Outstanding. You know Miguel Gomez is dead. Somebody put rocuronium in his IV. I’m sure you wouldn’t know anything about that.”
