I head down the path and when I reach the gate, Officer Kinsley turns a desperate look on me, “Special Agent Love, this is Mirna McDonald. She’s the landlord here. She made the 911 call.”

“What is going on? Is she dead? Did someone actually die on our property?”

She looks fifty, but I’m guessing she’s forty, with ten years of premature sunbaked wrinkles.

“Yes,” I say. “Someone did. And I’m told she plotted to ruin you by dying here. You must be very angry.”

“I’m just thinking business. It’s bad for business, dying in the rentals.”

“What prompted the 911 call for the someone who died? I assume you don’t know her name even though she lived in your property.”

“Naomi,” she states tartly. “I know her name. She put in a service notice for her stove. The maintenance man said she wouldn’t answer the door. I took him over here and opened the door. I wanted to be sure it was clear inside before I left him there, liability and all. That’s when I found her.”

“How long had she been here?”

“A year,” she says. “She’d gotten divorced and was on her own now, she said. She came from money, that one, and now she’s broke.”

Houston told me she’d been going through a divorce not actually divorced when her husband, Emma’s brother, had died. “And you know this how?” I ask.

“I ask questions before I let someone move in. She told me it was a nasty divorce and he had her money. I didn’t know what to think of that but you know, ex-husbands and all. I got one, too.”

I’ll bet she does. “Did she have many visitors?” I ask.

“A couple of girlfriends. Some guy. Tall, with glasses, a fit looking man. Never knew where he parked. Never saw his car. That was curious.”

I glance at Officer Kinsley. “Camera footage?”

“I don’t have cameras,” she snaps. “There are cameras at the streetlights. We can’t afford cameras.” She mumbles something and then says, “Can I go?”

Unfortunately, I’m not done with her. “Did you have any personal interaction with Ms. Wells?” I ask.

She blanches. “Me? No. Just to pick up the rent. She liked to pay in cash.”

Which is interesting, I think, tucking away that detail for later. “Did you know her sister?”

“Had no idea she had a sister. Can I go?”

The dog, still in her arms starts yapping at Officer Kinsley. He grimaces. I motion for her to go away and then start walking myself. I weave through emergency personnel and duck under the tape to scan the street. Jay pulls up beside me. I round the vehicle and climb inside. “Kane?”

He offers a grim shake of his head. “Nothing yet.”

Nothing yet.