“Sorry about that,” Gonzo said. “She went off like a rocket when she caught sight of Liza. I’ve got it from here, but thanks for the help.”

“We just got a report of a body in a motel on Mass Ave. Cruz and I are heading there now, so you can oversee her amended statement that includes the details of her sexual affair with Mr. Vasquez.”

“I didn’t kill Willie!” Jamie said, kicking at Gonzo, who let her connect with his shin and then smiled at Sam. “Give me a polygraph if you don’t believe me!”

“Maybe we will, Ms. Clark,” Sam said. “We aren’t charging you with anything—yet. But technically, you just assaulted a police officer in front of other police officers, so don’t try my patience.”

“Go to hell. You don’t understand anything.”

“Ouch,” Sam said. “That wounds me.”

Gonzo’s snicker of laughter followed her to the main door. She found Cruz in the parking lot, leaning into Liza’s car.

“Are you okay to drive?” Sam asked her.

“I’m fine.”

Sam nudged Freddie out of the way. “You did the right thing coming in today. Even if it cost you a friend, it was the right thing.”

“If you say so,” Liza said, dejected.

Sam stepped back so Liza could close the car door. When she pulled away, her tires squealed. “She can’t wait to get away from us.”

“Can’t say I blame her.”

“People are ridiculous,” Sam said as they crossed the parking lot to the far end of the building.

“In general or in particular?”

Sam slid into the driver’s seat. “In general. She comes in here with information about a woman who’s banging our murder victim, and she thinks we’re not going to do anything about that?”

“I don’t think she gave it much thought beyond coming in and telling us what she knew.”

“Clearly. Did you hear if Hill found anything in Willie’s financials?”

“Nothing yet, but he was just getting started when I last saw him.”

“Anything new with your dad?”

Freddie glanced over at her, seeming surprised by the sudden shift in conversation. “Elin and I had dinner with them last night. He’s...very... I don’t how to describe it. He’s almost too enthusiastic about everything. Full of grandiose plans and ideas.”

“You think he’s manic again?”

“I don’t know what to think,” Freddie said with a sigh. “From everything I’ve read about the disorder, soaring highs and crushing lows are to be expected.”

“What does Elin think?”

“She responds to him the same way my mom does.”

“And how is that?”

“Like everything he does and says is fabulous. I feel like I’m the only one wondering if his behavior is normal. Elin thinks I’m looking for trouble where there isn’t any.”

“If you want my opinion...”

“I do. You know I do.”