“I don’t know. Uber, maybe? A friend? I didn’t ask. She just came. And I owed her.”

“Who.”

“I-I—” He looked down at the last picture Lucy put there, the bones.

Nate said, “Ash’s ETA is four minutes.”

“Tell me, or when Ash gets here you don’t get my help with the AUSA. This is an FBI-SAPD joint investigation, and the SAPD already has Melissa Randolph on notice. She’s cooperating. She’s safe, in Chicago. You’re here, in San Antonio. Tell me who you picked up the night Victoria Mills was murdered.”

“Faith. Parker.” His voice was a squeak.

“Faith Parker Monroe?”

He nodded.

“How do you know Mrs. Monroe?”

“She’s my lawyer in another matter…” His voice trailed off.

“Would that matter have to do with a large gambling debt you owe to her husband?”

He was shaking and sweating, his eyes pure panic. “She said she would take care of it if I let her go through my yard and then picked her up.”

“Why would Faith want to kill Victoria? Was she worried that Victoria was going to turn state’s evidence against her husband? Against her?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t ask. You don’t ask that woman questions. I— Well, she said she couldn’t use her car because she didn’t want her husband to know where she was and he was, I guess, possessive. I don’t know. I swear to God I didn’t know she was going to kill that woman.”

“Did you know Victoria Mills?”

“No, not personally. I mean, I know the family. Her brother.”

“Which brother?”

“Simon.”

“How?”

“He, um, well, I-I need to know I’m not going to jail. And that you can protect me. These people—I-I just got in over my head. I was getting out of it. Faith was helping me, I just needed to do this one thing and I didn’t think it was a big deal, I didn’t know she was going to kill anyone.”

“This is how we’re going to handle this,” Lucy said. “You’re going to come with Agent Dunning and myself to FBI headquarters. You’re going to give your statement, sign it, and I’m going to talk to my boss. If you give us something that convinces us that your life would be in danger, my boss is a reasonable woman. She’ll do what she can to put you in protective custody. If you lie to me about anything, all bets are off and you’ll be immediately arrested as an accessory to murder.”

She stared at him until he looked down, but he couldn’t avoid looking at the photos on his desk. She picked them up and put them back in her folder. “Simon Mills?”