ongest motive for murder, Marcus.”
“We did talk to his girlfriend, Patty Morgan. She couldn't confirm his whereabouts on the night of the murder, but she did say that he was not only capable, but she thought Martin did it. Until they arrested Ferguson for it.”
“That makes it even stronger.”
“But he's dead. Hard to pin a murder on a dead man.”
The session continued on in this manner for hours, Tiffanie asking questions and offering theory's most of which had already been explored. “I don't know where else to go with this, Marcus. The only two solid suspects are James Martin and Ferguson. One's dead and the other was found not guilty.”
“Well, thanks anyway, Tiffanie. Maybe we should just turn over what we have to the police.”
“That's what I wanted to ask you!”
“What's that?”
“You said the FBI guys said that each of the murders that they have connected to Hudson Financial were carried out to minimize police involvement.”
“Right. They hinted that there may be someone in the police department working along with them.”
“I know it was just this morning, but have you followed up on that?”
“No,” Marcus said, reaching for the phone. “But I'll call Garrett and put him on it.” The phone rang and Jamara whispered, “Jamara?”
“Yes.”
“This is Marcus, Garrett around?”
“Hold on Marcus. I'll get him.” Then Marcus heard Jamara whisper, “Garrett, wake up, it's Marcus.”
Marcus smiled to himself and waited for Garrett to come to the phone. “This Garrett,” he said, trying to come out of his nod.
“I need you to look into something, and no it's not Porsche Temple. Although I would like to know who the mystery woman is who turned Desireé.”
“I'm all over that. What else?'
“FBI hinted that there may be some police involvement in covering up the murders connected to Hudson Financial.”
“No shit. Who we talking 'bout?”
“Frank and Suzanne Collins, Mondrya Foster, John Heard, and Coleman Wilson.”
“Got them.”
“Garrett, add James Martin to that list, and talk to Patty Morgan. Get the names of the two hookers she thinks Hudson killed.”
“On it, Big Dog. I'll call you back.”
“What do you want me to do now?” Tiffanie asked.
“Just hang loose for minute. I want to see what Garrett turns up.”
“That's fine,” Tiffanie said, sitting in her chair. “Is there anything to eat?”
“No.”
“Is there any food in the house at all, because I'd be happy to cook something.”
“Nope. No food, Tiffanie. Sorry. Do you like pizza?”