Page 42 of Twin Threats In Austin
Cooler weather had finally arrived. Winds had kicked up and the temperature had dropped ten degrees in the last half hour alone. He was still waiting for the full report as to what had been done to his truck. No surprise there since the black-haired female’s home wasn’t far from Kage’s apartment.
Sabrina Sanchos came up as the car’s registered owner.
The ride over had been quiet. Rochelle had been lost in thought, so he hadn’t wanted to disturb her. She’d been right about the perp targeting her.
“We should probably come up with a plan as to who leads this conversation,” she said to Camden after he found a visitor spot and parked. Rather than look at him, she stared out the front windshield. “Unless you want to play it by ear.”
“Why don’t you take the lead?” he suggested, figuring a woman might open up to another woman about being jilted easier than she would to a man.
“Okay,” she said, absently.
He exited the driver’s side and then rounded the front of the Bronco before opening her door.
Taking his hand, she climbed out of the vehicle. “It’s not him,” she finally said. “There’s no way he would shoot at mein front of his door. Kage ran away from us. He wouldn’t risk getting close again.”
“Let’s go see if we can figure out who is impersonating him,” Camden said.
“What do we know about his birth certificate?” she asked.
“Those are public record,” he said. “I’ll see what we can discover.” He fired off a text with the request for research.
He followed her to 316A, hanging back. From here, the TV volume sounded through thin walls.
Rochelle knocked at the door. Nothing.
As she lifted her knuckle to go for round two, the door opened. “Hello. My name is Detective Rochelle Paddock with Austin police. I have a few questions about Kage Durham.”
“Who?”
“Detective—”
“Not you,” the black-haired woman said. “I don’t know who you’re asking about.”
“Kage Durham,” Rochelle said. “I’m sorry, you are Sabrina Sanchos, correct?”
“Yes, I am.” Ms. Sanchos tensed. She looked to be in her midthirties and had spent a little too much time out in the sun. Her skin had that leathery look. She was five feet three inches max and had curvy hips and implants that gave her body an out-of-proportion look. Bright orange lip gloss and heavy eye makeup gave her a raccoon appearance up close. She still had on the micro miniskirt, but the boots were gone and she had an ice pack around her ankle. Toenail polish matched her lips. A large green-dragonfly tattoo covered her left arm, covering a decent amount of space from her shoulder to her elbow.
“You just left Kage Durham’s apartment, correct?” Rochelle asked, leaning against the doorjamb.
“I’m not sure who you’re talking about,” Sabrina said, eyebrows furrowed. She genuinely appeared to be stumped. Would Kage give her a fake name?
“Do you mind telling my partner and I where you were an hour ago?” Rochelle asked.
“I dropped off a note at a…friend’shouse,” Sabrina reported.
“And that friend’s name is…?”
“Asher Foley,” Sabrina supplied.
“Do you mind if I ask you the nature of your relationship with Asher Foley?” Rochelle asked without skipping a beat. Meanwhile, the wheels were turning in Camden’s mind. Had Kage given the woman a fake name?
“We spent time together,” she said after a pause, as if she was searching for the right words.
“Were the two of you in a relationship?” Rochelle asked.
“Can I ask what this is about?” Sabrina asked rather than answer Rochelle’s question.
“Mr. Foley is wanted for questioning in connection with a murder case,” Rochelle stated.
