Page 105 of State of Denial


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“Thank you. I’ll keep digging and let you know if anything else pops.”

The conference room phone rang.

Freddie grabbed it. “Thanks, Archie.” He wrote down the information. “Let’s go talk to Cara Quinn in Adams Morgan. After that, we’ll see Gordon LeBlanc in Penn Quarter.”

“I’m with you, Detective Cruz,” Sam said, following him to the morgue.

Cara Quinn livedin a duplex townhouse on Belmont Road Northwest.

Freddie rang the doorbell.

When no one answered, he called Cara and put the call on speaker so Sam could hear, too.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Quinn, this is Detective Cruz with the DC Metro Police.”

“What can I do for you, Detective?”

“We’re working on the Blanchet case and were wondering if we might meet with you. We’re currently at your house.”

“I thought it was a murder-suicide.”

“We haven’t made that final determination yet.”

“Wasn’t Marcel found with the gun?”

How did she know that?

Sam rolled her hand, telling him to get to the point.

“Are you available for a conversation, ma’am?”

After a long pause, she said, “I’ll be home in a few minutes.”

“We’ll wait. Thank you.”

The line went dead before Freddie could end the call. “How could people know he was found with the gun?”

“That’s a very good question. You’ll want to talk to the Patrol officers who responded to make sure they didn’t tell anyone.”

“I will. The grandmother could’ve said something.”

“Why would she? She’s convinced he didn’t do it.”

“But the grandmother’s neighbor knew, and maybe she told someone we were thinking along those lines, and that person mentioned it to a coworker, and so on. You know how these things travel.”

“Yeah, that’s possible.” Sam zipped her coat. “This is the point where I’m completely sick of winter’s last gasp.” This time of year, it was the wind that made even the warmest of days feel chilly.

“I’m surprised it’s taken this long, especially after you broke your hip when you slipped on ice.”

“This year, I was sick of it earlier than usual.”

“When do you go to Bora Bora?”

“March twenty-fifth. I’m counting the days, but also kind of stressed about it.”

“Why?”

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