“I’m here to talk to you about your daughter, Elena.”

“My Elena is dead.”

“I know. And I’m sorrier than I can say.”

“What do you want?”

“You sent a text to Detective Jordan Poe. You suggested you needed to talk to her.”

“How do you know that?”

“Detective Poe was injured. She’s in the hospital, and your text appeared on her phone when I was gathering her personal effects from the scene.”

Constance raised her hand to her lips. “Is she going to be okay?”

“She’ll survive.”

“But—”

“I can’t discuss her condition,” he said. “Why did you want to talk to her? Was it about your daughter’s connection to Marco Walker?”

The woman’s worried expression soured to anger. “I hate hearing that man’s name. May he rot in hell.”

“What did you want to tell Detective Poe?”

“Elena was afraid of Walker. She planned to leave him the night she died.”

“Why did she want to leave him?”

“He wanted her to do favors for him, and she couldn’t bear it.”

“What kind of favors?”

“He wanted her to go with one of his friends. Be nice to him. She understood what that meant and didn’t want any part of it.”

“Who was the man?” Spencer asked.

“She never told me his name. She said Walker considered this man important to his business.”

“His drug business?”

“Yes.”

“Did your daughter ever send you any texts or pictures of this man?”

“No.”

“Was he the kind of man who would kill Walker?”

“I think so, yes. That’s what I wanted to tell Detective Poe. I believe if she could find this man, she would learn a great deal.”

Spencer nodded. “Did your daughter ever talk about a woman named Tammy Fox?”

“She was mentioned in the news. She’s dead, correct?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Her folded arms tightened. “When you lose a child, you start paying attention to all kinds of things you never noticed before. I said a prayer for Miss Fox.”

“Who were Elena’s friends? She must have had many.”

“She lost track of the girls from high school. The drugs became too much for them. The only person I heard her mention was Laura.”

“Do you have any pictures of Elena or Laura?”

Mrs. Sanchez reached in her back pocket for her phone and opened the photos app. She showed him a picture of Elena and another smiling woman with blond hair.

Laura fit this killer’s profile. “Have you heard from Laura since Elena died?”

“No.”

“Do you have a last name for Laura?”

“No.”

“What about a phone number?”

“I do have that.”

Spencer added the number to his phone and then gave her his number. “Call me if you have anything that you think will help.”

“Of course. When will Detective Poe be back on the job?”

“Not sure. Thank you for your time.”