Part 24 (1/2)
At a nod from Harper, the young detective walked around behind me and removed the cuffs. ”I'll take it from here,” said Harper.
The young man left the room. I noticed a camera mounted high in the corner behind Harper. A red light on it glowed.
”What's going on?” I asked.
He said, ”Where were you at one this morning?”
”In bed.”
”All night?”
”Yes. What happened?”
”You got anybody can confirm that?”
”I sleep alone, Tom. What's going on?”
”Is there any way you can prove what you were doing?”
”I'm done talking until you give me a sitrep, Tom.”
He leaned back and stared. He rubbed his face, and stared some more. He sighed. ”Okay, here's your situation report. There was a home invasion. Four perpetrators. Three men and a woman. One of them was killed at the scene, a Guatemalan national name of Fidel Castro, if you can believe it. You know a guy by that name? And obviously, I don't mean the Fidel Castro. This one was about forty, Latino most likely, bad facial scaring from acne, looks like he had a lot of Indian blood. Carried a Glock. That ring any bells?”
”It might.” If there was one thing I had learned when they came for me after Laui Kalay, it was never admit anything unless you're sure they can already prove it.
”Do you know the guy or not? Cooperation is your best option here, Malcolm. I want to help you out, but this looks bad. I wouldn't count too much on the band-of-brothers thing.”
”Whose home was invaded?”
”How do you know this Castro?”
”Should I get a lawyer?”
”If you want to. But why not just fill me in on this Castro guy?”
”Tell me whose home it was, and maybe that will help me remember.”
He sighed again and looked away.
I said, ”Come on, Tom. You know you're gonna have to tell me sooner or later. Let's move this along.”
”It was the home of Congressman Hector Montes, as you know, since you were there.”
”I wasn't there.”
”We have a round from your handgun fired at the scene.”
”What makes you think it's from my gun?”
”We found that at the scene too. An M11, registered to you.”
I said, ”Those guys got my only M11 when they attacked me in the mountains, Tom. And you know I wouldn't leave a weapon behind.”
”Even gunnies make mistakes under fire.”
”Who was supposedly firing at me?”
”Dona Elena got off three rounds. She's the one who shot Castro. Who were these guys who allegedly attacked you in the mountains?”
It was a cla.s.sic interrogation technique, abrupt changes of subject, but after Laui Kalay I had learned a lot about that, too. ”Allegedly? I have three bullets in my vest to prove it.”
”Listen. I believe you. But the district attorney will say a thing like that can be arranged, Malcolm. Tell me who they are so I can collar them and prove your alibi.”
”I already told you everything I know. Did Dona Elena claim I was there?”
”No. You caught a break there, Malcolm. Mrs. Montes says she can ID one of the perps, but it isn't you.”
”Because I didn't do it.”
”Help me prove it. Tell me why those two guys wanted to kill you.”
”I don't know.”
”Tell me why they would want to frame you.”
”I don't know.”
”Malcolm, we're talking about a congressman's wife and home. This is not a thing you want to take lightly.”
”I'm aware of that.”
”Then tell me what's going on.”
I said, ”I don't know.”
Harper was obviously holding back. Congressman Montes and Dona Elena must have told him about my earlier visit to their house and the fact that I was looking into the Toledo murder for the URNG. I tried to remember how much I had told Harper and Russo about that over lunch. I was pretty sure I hadn't mentioned Valentin Vega's name, or Castro's. And it didn't seem to make sense that Vega would compromise his cause by attacking Congressman Montes or his wife. Killing either one of them would probably increase opposition to the URNG in Congress. The congressman would be much more valuable to the URNG if I could prove they had nothing to do with Arturo Toledo's murder exactly as Vega had hired me to do.
But then again, what if someone else took the blame for the murder? What if Vega had tricked me into running all over town, asking questions about the kidnapping and visiting the Montes's home? What if Castro wasn't a loose cannon after all? What if he had been following Vega's plan all along? What if Dona Elena hadn't been the target of the home invasion? What if Vega had always planned to murder Congressman Montes and frame me for the crime? It would get the congressman off their back and put the blame on a disgraced former marine instead of on the URNG.
Also, Castro's addled mind was capable of anything. Maybe he had gotten his hands on my sidearm somehow and seen it as an opportunity to stop Montes's opposition to the URNG in Congress by murdering him and framing me for the crime. But he hadn't counted on the congressman's wife being armed.
Or maybe the two guys who had tried to kill me in the mountains found out they had failed and decided to frame me this way while also getting rid of Castro. Two birds with one stone.
With so much still unknown, it might bury me to admit anything about my history with these people. The smart move was to tell Harper only what he already knew.
He said, ”It gets worse, Malcolm. We found your fingerprints all over the scene.”