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Anderson shook hands with Munoz. “Sounds good,” he said and then Anderson left with Hill. “Go back and report, errand boy,” Munoz said and went in the back.
Hill and Anderson left Salsa Con Tarifa and walked back to their car in silence. Once they were in the car, Hill started it up and then he took out his phone.
“Hey, Sexy.”
“How did it go?”
“Fine.”
“Excellent.”
“Tell him we on our way.”
“I will convey that information to them immediately.”
“Thanks, Sexy.”
“And now that you have concluded your business, I will be able to see you, right?”
“Right, Sexy. Have that thang wet and ready for me when I get there,” Hill said and ended the call.
He put the car in gear and drove down the street right past Detective Bautista.
Chapter Four
It was almost seven o'clock that same morning and Carmen Taylor was in the interrogation room with her lawyer, Gary Walden, answering questions about the murder of Larry Brin and Katana Jackson, as well as Kenneth Castellano, a known hit man, earlier that morning at the City Diner.
Carmen had hoped that her friend, Detective Mitchell would be the one asking the questions, but she was on vacation, so Carmen was being interrogated by her partner, Detective Jack Harmon. He was putting pressure on her, asking tougher questions than Carmen was prepared fo
r. At this point, she had told her story twice, once to the officer on the scene and once more to Harmon.
“Okay, Ms. Taylor,” Harmon said and took a deep breath. “Take me through it again.”
“I got a call from one of my informants,” Carmen began.
“Tell me his name again.” Harmon said and glanced at his notes.
“Larry Brin.”
“And he was one of the victims, right?”
“Yes. He asked me to meet him at the City Diner.”
“Is it usual for informants to call you at that time of day?”
“No, it is not. But Larry, I mean Mr. Brin, said that it took that long to convince her to talk to me.”
“Go on, Ms. Taylor.”
“When he got there, he told me that Katana Jackson said that she needed to talk to me about what was going on at Abbate Construction.”
“What did she want to talk about?”
“I never got a chance to speak to her.”
“Okay,” Detective Harmon said. “So you agree to meet him, and Brin shows up with Jackson; what happened then?”
“A man came in the diner and looked around for a second or two and then he saw Katana. He walked up to her, raised his gun and shot her twice in the head.”