Page 50 of Fatal Betrayal

"Come on, Cooper. I won't hold you to it, and I can probably guess just by the way you said it."

"Fine. I'm hoping that they didn't have a relationship that wasn't strictly employer and employee."

"Do you think he would have told you if they had an affair?"

"Neil told me about Jillian, so maybe. But he didn't say that. He just kept reiterating that she was a wonderful young woman who wasn't into material things or social media. He felt like she was loving and kind and down to earth. It was all very glowing. He doesn't have one iota of doubt about her, which seems a little…"

"Surprising," she finished. "Considering that Kristine was the last person to see Elisa. And she's not at the house. Nor is she answering her phone."

"He's not that concerned. He said she was around all day yesterday and was willing to answer questions."

"You're right. She was willing; she just had little to say."

"Maybe she just has a really boring life outside of her job as a nanny. She didn't grow up in this country. She may not have many friends."

"Well, I hope she shows up before her absence makes her more of a suspect."

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They arrived at the gym a little past twelve, and the fitness center was busy with the lunchtime crowd. After asking for Enrique at the front desk, they were waved into the manager's office where they found an older Hispanic man working on his computer. He had dark hair and eyes and wore a pair of reading glasses. He looked up at them with a distracted expression.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Are you Enrique Flores?"

"I am. Who are you?"

"Agent Hart from the FBI," she said. "I have a few questions for you."

"About Daniel Guerrero? I already told the FBI that Daniel was working out in the gym yesterday morning," he said, as he took off his reading glasses. "I don't have any other information."

"Where were you last night around 7 p.m.?" she asked.

"Me?" he asked in surprise. "Why are you asking me that?"

"Because your car was involved in a hit and run."

"I wasn't driving my car last night. My wife picked me up at six and we went to dinner at Moreno's."

"Who else would have had access to your vehicle?"

At her question, Enrique frowned. "I keep my keys in a drawer at the front counter. The car is used for pickups and deliveries. Sometimes someone gives a kid a ride home. It's not uncommon for someone else to be driving my car."

"Was the car here when you left?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to need a list of everyone who was working here last night."

"Tyler Holmes and Jamal Norlani were working the counter." He got on his computer. "Grant was running a class from 6:30-7:30. Caroline did a spin class at six and Kerry was teaching yoga at eight."

"Are any of those individuals here now?"

"Jamal," he said, getting to his feet. He walked out of the office, and they followed him back to the counter where a muscled, stocky male in his early twenties was folding hand towels.

"Jamal, did someone use my car last night around six thirty or seven?" Enrique asked.

Jamal's gaze wavered at the question as it moved from Enrique to her and Cooper. "Uh, I don't know."

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