Ray returned to his spot behind the desk. “Sorry about the interruption.”

“Were you aware of the problem Willie was having with his brother-in-law?” Sam asked, unwilling to waste any more time with pleasantries.

Both men nodded.

“One of Carmen’s brothers is a troublemaker,” Ray said. “He’s had issues with drugs, multiple arrests. He was always after Willie to bail him out. During spring training, Willie cut off the money and got a restraining order to keep the brother-in-law away from him, Carmen and the kids. Apparently, Willie’s refusal to give him more money caused a big rift in Carmen’s family because her parents felt that she and Willie ought to be helping the brother.”

“Did it cause a rift between Willie and Carmen too?” Sam asked.

“That I don’t know,” Ray said.

Bob shrugged. “He didn’t talk about it beyond notifying team security about the restraining order.”

“How many of your players have restraining orders in place?”

Ray glanced at Bob, who shrugged.

“I’d say all of them have at least one,” Bob said. “If they spend a night with a woman, she’s got them married with three kids by the next day. Some of them don’t get the brush-off message without legal intervention.”

Sam made a note that pushed getting the details on the various restraining orders attached to members of the team to the top of her to-do list. “That’s all for now,” she said, standing. “I’d ask that you both remain in town and available for additional questioning should the need arise.”

“For how long?” Bob asked.

“For as long as it takes.”

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Armed with home addresses for Jamie Clark, Rick Lind and Cecil Mulroney, Sam and Hill left the stadium and headed for Carmen Vasquez’s home in Georgetown. On the way, Sam left a message for Captain Malone, asking him to push the restraining order report to the top of his priorities.

“Why does Elle have such obvious security?”

“She’s had them since one of her father’s enemies tried to kidnap her as a child. Boris and Horace have been with her for years.”

Outside the main gates to Carmen’s building, several bunches of flowers had been laid, a couple of candles flickered in the breeze and a picture of Willie in his Feds uniform had been taped to the brick wall.

“Sort of a pathetic display of grief,” Sam said.

“Especially when you consider that if something had happened to him two days ago, there would’ve been a sea of flowers and mourners.”

“No kidding.”

Security around the luxury condo complex had eased up since the day before, and they were shown right in to the elevator that took them to Carmen’s top floor home. A muscular Hispanic man answered the door and eyed them suspiciously.

“What do you want?”

“Lieutenant Holland, Metro PD, and FBI Special Agent Hill to see Mrs. Vasquez.”