Salvation In Death Part 31

"A-negative. He broke his arm when he was ten. His right arm. He slipped while he tried to sneak out the window. Only ten, and already sneaking out. You can tell if his arm had been broken when he was a boy?"

"Yes." Morris touched a hand to hers. "Yes."

"This is my son. This is Lino." Leaning down she pressed her lips to his cheek. "Siento tanto, mi bebe."

"Let me take you out, Mrs. Franco." Peabody put an arm around Teresa's waist. "Let me take you out now."

Eve watched her go, Peabody on one side, her husband on the other.

"I t's a hard thing," Morris said quietly. "A hard thing for a mother. No matter how many years between."

"Yeah. Very hard for her." She turned back to the body. "He had someone who loved him, all the way, every day. And still, it looks like every choice he made brought him here."

"People are messed up."

"Yeah." I t lightened her mood, just enough, made her smile into Morris's understanding face. "They really are."

CHAPTER 16

TO GIVE TERESA A LITTLE TIME TO COMPOSE herself, and Penny more time to stew, Eve asked T ony Franco to bring his wife to Central. She booked the smallest conference room.

"I 'll handle the mother," Eve told Peabody. "I started a run on a partial list of John Does, in the area and at the time of Flores's disappearance. Start following up. I f I 'm not done in thirty, check on Spitting Penny. She'll be crying lawyer by then. Let her contact one.""Check. What about the case file access?"

"I 'm hitting that between the mother and the b.i.t.c.h. T ag Baxter, see if he got anywhere with his part of the John Doe list you're on. And check my incoming. I 'm expecting lists of names from Officer Ortiz and from Lopez on former members of the Soldados still in the neighborhood. Soto's the key," Eve added, "but we'll cover the bases."

"On that. I t's coming together. I t feels like it's coming together."

"Parts of it." Eve peeled off, set up her conference room. At her go, one of her men brought in the Francos.

Teresa's eyes were swollen and red, but she appeared to have the weeping under control.

"I want to thank you for your help. I know that wasn't easy."

"I t was never easy with Lino. I made mistakes. I can't unmake them. Now I 'll bury my son. You'll let me do that."

"As soon as I 'm able. I need to ask you questions now."

"All right. I feel like I 'm between worlds. The one that was, the one we have." She took her husband's hand. "And that I won't ever be all the way in either again."

"Why was he here?" Tony asked Eve. "Do you know? I think it would help to know."

"Yes." T eresa steadied herself. "I t would help to know. Why was he pretending to be this priest? I raised him to have respect for the Church. I know he went wild. I know he went bad. But I raised him to have respect for the Church."

"I think he was hiding, and I think he was waiting. I don't know why yet. But I think some of the answers go back to when he was with the gang. Do you know what the Clemency Order was?"

"Yes, they told me. I didn't know where Lino was, but he contacted me after it pa.s.sed. I begged him to come home. He could start fresh. But he said he wasn't coming back until he drove back in a big, fancy car with the keys to a big, fancy house."

"Due to the Clemency Order, even though it was later repealed, all of Lino's police records from when he was a minor were deleted. What can you tell me about the trouble he'd been in?"

"He stole. Shoplifting, that was first. Little things, foolish things ... at first. I f I found out, I made him go back to the store with me, take back what he stole. Or I 'd pay for it. He broke into places after they'd closed, and into cars on the street."

She sighed, then reached for the water Eve had on the table. "He broke windows, tagged buildings, started fights. The police would come, take him, question him. He went to detention, but it didn't help. I t was worse after. He got into more fights, worse fights. He'd come home b.l.o.o.d.y, and we'd argue. They said he cut a boy, and put him in the hospital, but the other boy said no. He lied, I know, but the boy said he didn't see who cut him. He killed, my Lino. He took a life."

"Whose life?"

"I don't know. They never came for him, never arrested him, not for that. I t was always smaller things. But I knew he'd killed. I knew what it meant the night he came home with the mark under the tattoo on his arm. We fought-terrible, terrible fight. I called him a killer. I called my son a murderer."

She broke then, tears rolling. Pulling out a tissue, she mopped at her ravaged face. "He told me I didn't understand, that he did what he had to do, and he was proud. Proud, and now the others, they knew he was a man. Now, he had respect. He was fifteen years old. Fifteen years old when he came home with the kill mark still raw on his arm."

She stopped, struggled. "I wanted to get him out of the city. I f I could get him away from the streets, the gangs. But when I told him what I planned to do, that I was buying two bus tickets to El Paso ... My G.o.dmother lived there, and said she'd let us come, help me find work."

"Your G.o.dmother?"

"A friend of my mother's, from their childhood. My mother was dead. My father beat her to death when I was sixteen. I ran away, and he beat her to death. So I married the same kind of man. I know it's typical, it's a cycle. I t's a sickness. But my G.o.dmother had a house and work, and she said to come. I told Lino, and he refused. I threatened, argued, and he went out, slammed out. He was gone a week."

She stopped, sipped water.

"Terri, it's enough." Tony stroked her arm. "I t's enough now."

"No, I 'll finish. I 'll finish it. I went to the police, afraid then he was dead. But a boy like Lino, he knew how to hide. He came back when he wanted.

And he told me I could go, but he wouldn't. Go, he said, he didn't need me. But if I thought I could make him go, he'd just run again. He wouldn't leave his family. He wouldn't leave the Soldados. So I stayed. He defeated me. He lived as he chose, and I allowed it."

Eve let her get it out. "He kept the medal, Mrs. Franco."

Teresa looked at her, eyes blurry with tears and grat.i.tude."Mrs. Franco, you said he'd left before, for days, even a week. But this last time he told you he was leaving-leaving New York, when he'd objected and refused to leave New York before, when you had somewhere to go."

"Yes, yes, that's true. I didn't believe him, even when he packed his things. I didn't really believe he was leaving, and part of me hoped he was.

That's a terrible thing to feel, but I did. Still, I thought he was just angry, in a mood. I know he'd fought with Joe-Joe Inez-about something, and Lino was so mad at him. I wondered since it was just Lino and the Chavez boy planning to leave, if Lino had fought with Penny."

"What were they fighting about? Lino and Joe Inez?"

"I don't know. He never told me his business, the gang business. Lino didn't talk to me about that kind of thing. But I know they were all mad, all upset about the bombing at the school. The neighborhood was in an uproar. A girl died. A young girl. Other kids had been hurt. Lino had cuts and burns. One of his friends-one of the other Soldados-was very badly hurt, in the hospital. They thought he might die. We held a prayer service at St. Cristobal's for him. He got better, but it took a long time. I t took months and several operations, I think."

"There was another explosion, and there were several fatalities, only days later."

"Yes, it was horrible. They thought it was retaliation-the other gang members said, and people were scared there'd be more violence. The police came to talk to Lino, to question him, but he was gone."

"He left New York after the second explosion."

"No, before. Two days before. I remember thanking G.o.d he'd gone, that he didn't have a part in that, in taking those lives."

"How did he leave New York?"

"By bus. I think. I t was all so fast, so quick. I came home and he was packing. He said he'd come back one day, rich, he'd be somebody. He'd be the most important man in El Barrio. More than Mr. Ortiz, Mr. Ortega, others who were rich and had position. Big car, big house. Big dreams." She closed her eyes. "A couple weeks later, when I went to pay the rent, I found out he'd taken the money out of my account. He'd gotten into my bank account by the computer, he was clever that way. He stole from me before he left, and I had to ask Mr. Ortiz for a loan, an advance to pay the rent.

Lino, he'd send money now and then, as if that made it all right that he'd stolen from me so I had to beg for money to pay the rent.

"He was my child," she finished, "but he was his father's son."

"I appreciate all you've done, Mrs. Franco, and I 'm sorry for all you've lost. As soon as I 'm able, I 'll notify you so you can make arrangements for your son."

After she'd led them out, she went to her office. At her desk, she checked access for the case files she wanted, found Whitney had come through.

She got coffee, sat, and as she read made notes of the names of the investigating officers, the witnesses, the victims, the fatalities.

She stopped on Lino's name, saw the notation that the subject could not be located, and the statement from T eresa about him leaving town two days prior. A statement corroborated by others. Including Penny Soto.

Joe Inez had been questioned and released, alibied up tight. And he, too, had corroborated T eresa's statement regarding Lino. The investigators had canva.s.sed the neighborhoods, hit all of Lino's and Chavez's known haunts, followed up at transpo stations. Lino had gone into the wind-and reading between the lines of the detective's report, he hadn't believed Lino had blown prior to the incident.

"Hey, me either," Eve concurred. She took what she had and headed out to take a swing at Penny.

The lawyer wore a chunk of gold the size of home plate on the middle finger of his right hand, and a suit the color of radioactive limes. There was enough oil in his hair to fry a small army of chickens, and his teeth were a blinding white gleam.

Eve thought: Do you actually want to be a cliche?

He got out of his chair when she entered and rose to his full five feet, five inches. And an inch of that came from the heels of his snake-patterned boots.

"My client's waited over two hours," he began, "and nearly all of that without benefit of legal counsel."

"Uh-huh." Eve sat down, opened her file. "Your legal counsel, which I a.s.sume is this." Eve glanced up at the lawyer. "Should be aware that two hours is well within the reasonable time frame, and that you haven't been questioned since you requested counsel. Therefore, he should sit down so we don't waste any more time. Record on." She read off the salients, c.o.c.ked her brow at the lawyer. "Ms. Soto is represented by?"

"Carlos Montoya."

"Who is present. Mr. Montoya, did you present your identification and license to practice for scan?"

"I did."

"Good. Ms. Soto, you've been read your rights, and have stated you understand them, and your obligations in this matter."

"I t's all s.h.i.+t.""But you understand all the s.h.i.+t?"

Penny shrugged. "I understand fine, just like I understand me and my lawyer are going to sue your a.s.s for false arrest."

"Won't that be fun? You're charged with a.s.saulting an officer, which includes a.s.sault with a weapon and resisting arrest."

"I never touched you."

"As the touchee, I beg to differ. However, I 'd be willing to negotiate those charges if you find yourself now willing and able to answer questions regarding Lino Martinez, and events pertaining to him."

"I told you already, I haven't seen Lino since I was fifteen."

"You lied."

"My client-"

"Is a liar, but you probably get that a lot. Me, too. The body of Lino Martinez has been officially identified. We are aware he posed as one Father Miguel Flores for a period of more than five years, and frequented the bodega where you work. We are aware of your previous relations.h.i.+p. You want to keep insisting you didn't know, then we'll stick with the a.s.sault and resisting, and given your record, you'll be doing a little time in a cage."

Eve closed the file, started to rise.

"I 'm not doing time for knocking your hand away when you went to grab me."

"Oh yeah, you are, and for pulling a knife, for spitting in my face, and resisting. And since you don't know me, let me point out to you-and your counsel-that if you had even one private conversation with Lino Martinez, met him anywhere, any time outside the bodega, I 'm going to find out.

Then I 'm going to knock you back for making a false statement-and I 'm going to start wondering if you got your hands on some cyanide, then-"

"This is bulls.h.i.+t."

Eve only smiled, turned for the door.

"Wait a d.a.m.n minute. I want to talk to my lawyer before I say another thing."

"Pause record. I 'll just step out so you two can chat."

Eve left them, considered risking Vending for a tube of Pepsi, but decided it wasn't going to take that long. Inside three minutes, Montoya came to the door.

"My client may be willing to amend her statement."

"Okeydokey." Eve stepped back in, sat, smiled, folded her hands. "Resume record." Waited.

"I f my client addresses your questions regarding Lino Martinez, you will drop the charges currently against her."

"I f she answers truthfully, to my satisfaction, she gets a pa.s.s on the charges."

"Go ahead, Penny."

"Maybe I kinda had this feeling, this vibe, you know, when he started coming in. He didn't look like Lino, or not a lot. But there was something. And after a while, maybe we flirted some. Weird, him being a priest, and I don't like the holier-than-thou types. But Lino and I , we always had something.

We made it a lot back in the day, and I kept getting this buzz from him."

"Did you start banging before or after you knew who he was?"

Penny smirked. "Before. I think he got off on it. Maybe I did, too. Back room of the bodega, after closing. Man, he hammered me. Pent up, you know? Had to figure it was all that celibacy song. Couple times after, we'd meet at this flop a friend of mine has. She works nights. Or we'd use a rent-by-the-hour. Then this one time, after we'd made it, he tells me. We had a big laugh."

"Did he tell you what happened to Father Flores?"

"What did I care? How'm I supposed to know there ever was one?"