Before she could answer, Hal rolled in. ‘Still no activity on Tatiana Salazar’s credit cards, so she’s obviously laying low. I took the liberty of contacting Bartholomew Rosenfelt to see if he had any idea as to where she may go if she was trying to stay hidden, but aside from the Placitas property, he couldn’t help. So, I put out an APB for her and her Porsche Carrera as well as alerting border patrol in case she tries to hop over into Mexico.’

Alyssa hadn’t asked any of them to come in today, knowing they needed to get the same rest her husband claimed she did, yet here they were. Damn, she had the best team.

‘A Porsche Carrera is an awfully noticeable car.’ Cord twisted his phone end over end on the table. ‘Do you really think she’d be dumb enough to be driving it? She’s gotta know we’re searching for it.’

‘I’m going to resign and work for Rosenfelt. Everyone around him seems to have a fancy car,’ Joe said around a yawn as he strolled in with Tony trailing behind.

She really did work with the best, and she was about to say so when her phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number. ‘Detective Wyatt.’

‘Detective, this is Spencer McKay. I’ll be representing Steven Yarmini. He wants to talk, but we want some assurances first.’

‘What kind of assurances?’

‘Well, he wants immunity.’

‘You know we can’t offer that.’

‘I do know that. That’s why I said he wants that. I’ve already told him it’s more likely he’ll be the next man on the moon. That aside, I want it to go on record that my client came to you, willing to cooperate. So, when it comes time to offer a plea deal, we’d like your cooperation when we go to the district attorney.’

‘It depends on what your client offers up, and whether or not it helps us. When do you want to meet up?’

‘How’s now?’

‘We’ll meet you over there.’

Twenty minutes later, Alyssa and Cord sat across from Steve Yarmini garbed in an orange jumpsuit that gave him a washed-out pallor. Beside him sat his attorney, tan and dressed in a crisp, expensive-looking suit. The contrast between them couldn’t have been more pronounced.

And the fact that McKay was here on Memorial Day when most families were home barbecuing… whew, that had to be costing a pretty penny.

Urgently trying to fit the missing piece into the puzzle, Alyssa dived in. ‘Tell us what you’ve got, Steve.’

‘I want immunity.’ Yarmini steepled his fingers together and propped them under his nose as if he was holding it up.

Alyssa shook her head. ‘As your attorney has already shared with you, we can’t promise that. What we can promise is to tell the DA that you cooperated. And trust me, our district attorney is a real bulldog, so you’re going to want to rack up as many brownie points as you can.’

He glanced at his attorney then back at Alyssa and Cord, his gaze bouncing back and forth between them. Then he closed his eyes and began. ‘I didn’t mean to kill her,’ he uttered. ‘My job was to take her to the hotel where her buyer would pick her up and transport her to her new location.’ He spoke so quietly, it was difficult to understand him, but Alyssa knew the recorder would still pick up every word.