He poured coffee for himself and his wife, and both sat across from her. “You work too hard,” he said. “Time to stop and smell the roses.”

She chuckled. “You’re right.” Hungrier than she thought, she ate the entire bowl. As she dabbed her mouth with the napkin, she raised her gaze to them.

“Have you come to check on us?” Mrs. Sanchez asked. “If you’re wondering if Marco Walker has been hassling us, do not worry. We have not seen him.”

“Walker is the reason I came.” Carefully, she rearranged the napkin in her lap. “He was found dead in an apartment this morning. He hanged himself.”

A rushed breath escaped Constance’s lips. Her husband sat back as if he had just dropped a heavy weight. They stared at Jordan, waiting for the details.

“When was the last time you saw Mr. Walker?” Jordan asked.

“In the courtroom,” Mrs. Sanchez said.

“That true for you as well, Mr. Sanchez?” Jordan noted he was another man with a midsize frame and dark hair. Ms. Stone had said the new man had given Walker money and said he owed him. Though Walker did owe the Sanchezes, she could not imagine Mr. Sanchez faking any kind of camaraderie with Walker.

The initial shock vanished from his face. “Yes, of course. Constance and I came home after the bail hearing. We have not left the house since.”

“Why would he kill himself?” Mrs. Sanchez asked.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” Jordan said.

“Did he leave a note?” he asked.

“No,” Jordan said. “At least we’ve not found it yet.”

“You don’t think he killed himself, do you?” Mr. Sanchez asked.

“I’m not sure. I’m waiting on the autopsy. But I wanted you to hear the information from me first.”

“We appreciate that,” Mrs. Sanchez said.

“She’s also trying to figure out if we had a hand in his death,” Mr. Sanchez said. “We have a strong motive.”

“It’s my job to talk to anyone who might have had an issue with him,” Jordan said. “And you said you could kill him when we left the courthouse.”

“He was upset, of course,” Mrs. Sanchez said. “We lost our baby girl. It was too much to see Walker go free.”

“I understand that. And there’re days when I don’t like my job because it forces me to have conversations like this.”

Mr. Sanchez’s gaze sharpened. “I’m not sorry he’s dead, but I would not have sullied my hands with his death. I know God will mete out justice.”

“Now he’ll get to do it a lot faster,” Jordan said.

“There must be other people that hated Marco Walker,” Mr. Sanchez said.