“Tell me everything that happened.”
“I don’t know what happened.” This guy is pissing me off because he holds the key to where my woman went. Did she leave with someone else?
“Do you want more booze or not?” I ask him.
The dim look in his eyes dissipates, and a glint of joy takes over. “More?”
“Yes, I’ll give you a thousand dollars right now if you can remember more.”
“You promise not to hurt her?” I like his resolve to protect my woman, but she’s my woman to take care of. I nod and then show him the money.
“Well, she changed her clothes into some regular ones instead of that slutty stuff her mother wears, and she ran off, slinking away up to the exit. I was hoping she wasn’t ending up like her. She told me she wasn’t. She grabbed her suitcase and hid when she saw a black vehicle like yours come in. Once it passed her by, she took off and jumped on a bus. That’s all I know.”
“Did you see who got out of the vehicle?”
He shakes his head. “No, I went to take a leak.”
“That’s good. Here you go.”
He takes it and starts counting as I pull out my phone. “Don’t hurt her. She’s a good one.”
“Don’t worry about her anymore. She’s my concern now.” I walk away after shooting a text to Martín for assistance. Sliding into my SUV to figure out how the fuck I’m going to find her, I get a reply from Martín that his people will look into it. Candy will be found soon. Make no mistake, I will find her and when I do, I’m not sure how forgiving I’ll be.
Suddenly sirens blare right behind me and my driver pulls over.
Chapter Six
Sebastian
I’m arrested before I leave the trailer lot and am down at the Las Vegas PD, sitting in an interrogation room waiting for my attorney, who is already on his way the moment Cesar gives him a call.
This day has gone from bad to worse, but I have no patience for this Barney Fife fucker who plants his hands on the interrogation table, trying to stare me down. I want to kick him in the balls and slam his smug face into the glass mirror where I’m sure others are watching, so they understand who they’re dealing with.
“Do you want to tell me why you were at the residence shortly after the fire?” the same pencil dick from the scene asks, acting like he didn’t get that answer from me before.
Damn, do I really want to bash his head into the table for pulling this bullshit on me in the first place. “I told you fucking earlier, you asshole. I was looking for Candy Bell, and I assure you, your badge will be mine if you don’t let me go. There isn’t an ounce of evidence that I was a part of that arson and murder.”
“Were you in that trailer any time before the fire?” he asks as if he paid no attention to anything I said.
“No. I haven’t been inside at all.”
“Funny, because we have your fingerprints on file, Mr. Diaz, and our onsite techs ran them.” Someone set me up. A thought makes me believe it was Martín, but then he wouldn’t have me linger around the hotel, cultivating a perfect alibi while the fire was blazing.
No, it was my men. It had to have been because they watched and did nothing last night, leaving me at the mercy of whatever was in my drink. Was my brother involved in this? I haven’t heard from him all day. Not even a teasing message about getting laid, and he’s the asshole who brought these women to our table. I doubt my brother has the balls to do something like this on his own, but I will find out.
“I didn’t leave my hotel room until after noon. Then, I met with the owner of the hotel to get more information on Candy and where she lived. The hotel is loaded with security footage, so it’s not hard to find out the truth.” I tap my hand on the metal table, itching to put it around this asshole’s throat and squeeze until he turns purple.
“Well, sit back and hold tight. What is the name of the hotel and the owner?” he asks me.
I answer with a smile, “The Granite and that would be Emiliano Martin.” I watch as he pales when I give him Martín’s name. He scurries from the room with his tale between his legs like the little bitch he is while I continue to think about who set me up.
Twenty minutes later, the jackass comes back into the interrogation room. “It seems we made a mistake. The hotel has proof that you never left before the fire was put out. You’re free to go, but I have to ask you some questions regarding your fingerprints being found at the scene.”
“I can’t tell you why they’re there or who did it, but I’m not your guy and I’d love to know who is.”
“Listen, Mr. Diaz. I understand that you’re a friend of Mr. Martín’s, but we don’t need a bunch of dead bodies dropping around town.” That’s a cute warning from the asshole.
“They won’t, but I must find Ms. Bell. If her mother was killed, it won’t be long until someone comes for her.” They’ll have to deal with me once I get my hands on them. Hopefully it’s before they have a chance to find her because there won’t be a soul alive that I won’t skin for hurting her.