Page 58 of Tango
“As if you don’t know,” Kara sneers.
“Miss Beverly, we know it was you in that video.”
At Tucker’s words, Kara freezes in place, her face paling slightly.
Got you.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Kara crosses her arms.
“We know that Ramiro Caine is not in that video. The man who was shot in that video has a tattoo. Ramiro had none. We have all the evidence we need to take it to the police.”
“Then why don’t you?” she asks, tone dripping with venom.
“Because we’re not interested in what you faked,” I tell her, stepping forward. “I want to know why Ramiro was killed.”
“You tell me. You’re the one who shot him.”
I take another deep breath, trying to still the waves of fury within me. How can she stand there and face me down, knowing what she did?
“If you won’t talk to us, we’re going to be forced to take what we have to the police. You’ll be dragged in for questioning; then whoever is using you to help cover this up is going to get really antsy.” Tucker crosses his arms. “Do you think they’ll want to risk letting you tell the truth?”
Kara’s gaze switches to him. “Again, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now, you can leave my apartment, or I will scream as loud as I can. The phones may not work, Mr. Hunt, but I assure you, my lungs do.”
Tucker uncrosses his arms and shoves his hands into his pockets. “Just remember we gave you the chance to come clean,” he says then reaches out and straightens a photo frame on her shelf. “If you decide you want to talk, here’s my number.” He retrieves a business card and offers it to her.
She takes it, likely just desperate for us to leave.
“As soon as you’re gone, I’m calling the cops.”
“As soon as we leave, we’ll be contacting them,” I reply. “Even if I have to turn myself in to get them to take this case seriously, I will. Ramiro and Logan deserve justice.”
“On that, we can agree,” she sneers. “They both could’ve done better than you. Something I told them right up until the day they died. Tragic, really, that they both lost their lives.”
It takes all the strength I have to turn away and not slam my fist into her smug face. And as we walk down the hall to the elevator, then take it down to the parking lot, I repeat the verse in my head over and over again.
Anger gives a foothold to the devil.
Based on what’s happening to me now—I’d say the enemy is having a field day with me. But I refuse to let him win.
No matter what, I will keep my eyes focused on God.
For He is my light.
He is my shield.
He is my salvation.
“Fight, Alice.”
Chapter 21
Tucker
“Yes, I did exactly what you said to do,” Kara says, her voice clear through the bug I planted in her apartment when I’d straightened that photo on the shelf. “Yes, exactly. But he said they have proof that it’s me in that video. You promised me that you’d protect me.”
It’s nearly eleven at night, and though she made a call right after we left, it wasn’t to the police, and it wasn’t until right now that she’d gotten a return call—something she was definitely not happy about, given all the muttering she did while pacing around waiting for it.
“If they take me down, I’ll tell the truth,” she threatens. Bad move, Kara. “No, I don’t care what you say. You promised me. I did what you asked and now—” She falls silent. Man, I wish she’d put it on speakerphone. Knowing it’s not Alice in that video is enough to clear her of the murder, but if we don’t know who put Kara up to it, we can’t solve the rest of it. “Fine. I’ll see you then. Goodbye.”
