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“I am. He knew that it would point her murder to him immediately,” she said nonchalantly.
“Yet, he lands in the spotlight anyhow.”
“No one said criminals were smart, boss,” Trent interjected with a smile.
Malone bobbed his head. “True. But if you’re going to pluck apart one difference between reality and what hit the pages of Kelley’s book, you should do the same with all of them. Why no champagne bottle or glasses?”
And there is more to consider… “Were the anomalies an oversight or intentional? One could only guess at this point. But, regardless, it doesn’t make Navarro appear any less guilty.”
“I’m not saying he doesn’t have marks against him.”
“And we just found out he has a history of assault,” Trent advised Malone.
“You guys should get in there.”
She dipped her head, and her cell phone rang. “Detective Steele,” she answered before the second ring. As she listened to her caller, she could hardly believe what she was hearing. “And you’re sure?”
Malone and Trent were looking at her, obviously eager to know what she’d been told.
“You have any doubts about Navarro’s guilt, Sarge? I’ll help eliminate them. That was Officer Cooper. He was out following up not-at-homes in Kelley’s neighborhood. The woman across the street witnessed Felicity Kelley in her driveway a week ago, having a screaming argument with a man. The cherry on top? The man’s description matches Navarro.”
Malone stepped aside, and she and Trent hurried out—a tablet in his hand—headed to the interview room.
TWENTY-TWO
Amanda dropped into the chair across from Luis Navarro. “We meet again.”
“You didn’t need to send officers to come drag me in here. I’ll talk openly with you.”
“What we like to hear.” She bobbed her head at Trent, who sat beside her. “Then you won’t mind telling us what you and Felicity Kelley were arguing about last week in her driveway.”
Luis slumped back and sighed. “It’s not what you think.”
“We’re not thinking anything,” she said casually. “We’re asking you to tell us about it.”
“All right…” Luis shifted his butt in the chair and sat up straighter. “She was being hysterical for no reason.”
“Enlighten us,” Trent said.
“I tried to tell her how good we were together. That just because she didn’t want to get married, it didn’t mean we had to end things. She started yelling, saying I never listened to a word she said, and that I must be mental.”
“And you yelled back?” Amanda countered, building on what she already knew—that the confrontation fired both ways.
“I did. Who the hell wants to be called a mental patient?”
“It’s not easy letting go, I get that.” Trent pressed a hand to his chest. Amanda was buying his performance, and a part of her wondered if it was more authentic than she cared to admit. Those two kisses, from over a year ago, continued to complicate things between them and there were times she wished they had never happened.
“It wasn’t about that,” Luis pushed out and crossed his arms. “We were good together.”
It would seem that was a hill he was willing to die on, but didn’t he see that it didn’t help his cause while under suspicion of murdering Felicity? Was he delusional enough to think this was some friendly conversation? “Felicity obviously disagreed with you. How far did this argument go?”
“We just yelled, and I ended up leaving. God, she had a way of pushing my buttons.”
Amanda remained quiet, just observing the man in front of her. He really seemed obtuse.
“I can see that,” Trent pointed out. “She told you it was over and done, not easy to handle. Did she tell you why?”
Amanda resisted the urge to glance at Trent as he led Luis to the guillotine.
