do you explain your sister showing up there in the first place?”
“I can’t, sir,” Charlie told him.
“If I might speculate, Captain?” Vince asked.
“I’m listening.”
“Anne…Detective Le Blanc’s sister is a good reporter and like any good reporter, she has a nose for news,” he began.
Charlie looked up at her partner. She knew her sister was a good reporter and she knew Anne had the instincts of a bloodhound when it came to sniffing out a story. But she hadn’t realized that Vince knew it or that he had paid enough attention to Anne to discover that fact. Charlie frowned, recalling now that during the last month Vince had been commenting on her sister’s reports, asking about her family. Damn, she thought. Did her partner have a thing for her kid sister?
“…and she mentioned to me last week that she would be covering the wedding for the TV station. It’s possible she was there to interview Stratton before the ceremony as part of her story. That would explain her being at the house.”
“And I’m supposed to believe that it was just a coincidence, her being there at the same time you were?” the captain asked skeptically.
“I’m not a big believer in coincidences either, sir. But every now and then, they happen. And I think that’s what happened.”
“What about you, Le Blanc?” the captain asked. “What’s your theory?”
“I don’t have one, sir. But what Detective Kossak said makes sense, with respect to my sister’s reason for being at the Stratton house. If you want me to, sir, I could ask her.”
He waited a long moment and then said, “Don’t bother. I’ll see what I can do to smooth things over with the chief. But I’m warning both of you, any more leaks to the press and all the slick talking in the world isn’t going to save any of our asses. Understood?”
“Understood, sir,” Vince told him.
“Understood, Captain,” she replied.
He nodded. “Now tell me what you’ve got so far.”
They brought him up to speed on the investigation, starting with the fact that the theory of robbery as the motive seemed unlikely. “No thief with half a brain would have left that rock behind,” Vince told the captain, referring to Francesca’s engagement ring.
“He’s right, Captain,” Charlie added. “I’m not sure what to make of the cash, credit cards and other jewelry that’s missing. But robbery is not what’s behind the Hill woman’s murder.”
“Damn! This is not going to play well with the press or with Stratton,” the captain informed them. “Any leads?”
Charlie told him about the people on the surveillance video at the apartment, as well as about the gap on the tape. “We’ve spoken to the staff at the apartment building, to some of the neighbors, to Mr. Stratton and one of his sons. We’ve got someone running down addresses on the minister and girlfriend who visited her that night, as well as Cole Stratton. And we’re trying to locate the ex-boyfriend, Schwitzer, and bring him in for questioning. We’re also still trying to identify the other woman on the tape and the mystery guy with the shades.”
“What about the victim’s family?” the captain asked. “Any help there?”
“Not so far. There’s a mother in Arkansas. We’re still trying to locate her,” Charlie responded.
“Forensics is going over the sheets, clothing and glasses from the crime scene to see if we can get a hit on any of the prints. I’m going to have the new kid Mackenzie try to run down the manufacturer on the stocking we found at the scene. It’s a long shot, but there’s a chance we’ll get lucky and be able to trace it back to the buyer.”
“Anything from the M.E. yet?” the captain asked.
“No, but we’ve asked for a rush and we’re on the hook to her for a dinner at Commander’s Palace,” Vince told him.
“What about cause of death?” he asked.
“The preliminary exam indicates death was due to strangulation,” Vince told him.
Charlie released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding when Vince made no mention of the stocking’s possible connection to her sister’s murder. She’d hated taking advantage of their friendship. And she felt guilty asking him to remain silent or to do anything that might jeopardize his career. But the need to find Emily’s killer had outweighed her guilt. If it fell apart, she would make sure that Vince didn’t take the fall with her. It was she who had made the decision to withhold the information about her sister’s murder. She’d swear on a stack of bibles if need be that Vince knew nothing and that she’d done it on her own. But she prayed it wouldn’t come to that. Lying wasn’t something she did often and she didn’t do it well. But if it was the only way she could stay on the case and try to find Emily’s killer, then she would do it.
“Any suspects?” the captain asked.
“The ex-boyfriend is at the top of the list. And word is the victim didn’t get along with Stratton’s daughter. There was some kind of incident at the restaurant where they had the rehearsal dinner last night. Mackenzie is checking into it and getting statements about what went down,” Vince said. “And depending on how J. P. Stratton’s will is structured, I say we look at each of his kids since a new stepmother could impact their inheritance. My guess is that Stratton isn’t going to like us questioning them.”
“Anything else?” the captain asked.
“It’d help if we weren’t being asked to walk on eggshells while we do our job.”
“Point taken, Detective.” He steepled his fingers, saying nothing for a moment. “I’ll handle the chief and Stratton. You do your jobs and find me the killer.”
After exiting the captain’s office, Charlie said, “Thanks for backing me up in there and for not saying anything about the stocking and my sister’s case.”
“I told the truth—just not all of it.”
“You did more than that, Kossak. And I won’t forget it,” she promised as they approached their desks.
For the next hour, they worked the phones and attempted to track down Francesca Hill’s neighbor who had reportedly been out of town on vacation for the past week. They also tried to located Cole Stratton, the minister and the ex-boyfriend, Marcus Schwitzer. Charlie placed a call to Aaron Stratton and pressed him for the names of the dinner guests. She came away with several names to check out. In addition to Aaron Stratton, Jason and Phillip Stratton, J.P.’s twin sons from his fourth marriage, had attended the dinner party. Also present was Reverend Lawrence, Danielle Marceau and Judge William Findlay who was to serve as best man.
Vince stood and stretched. “I’m going to head over to Forensics and see if I can sweet-talk Pam into pushing our stuff up the line.”
“Who’s Pam?” Charlie asked, looking up from her notes.
“I swear, Le Blanc, sometimes I think you live in a cave. Pam is the brunette that came on board almost a year ago.”
