Betrayed: A Rosato & DiNunzio Novel (Rosato & Associates Book 13) (34 page)

“How sad,” Judy blurted out, the horror of the day catching up with her. She sensed that the meeting was over because the FBI men were slipping their notepads inside their breast pockets and even Detective Boone stood, brushing down his slacks again.

“Judy, please don’t speak to the press, if they call you or show up at your office.”

“Of course not, I know the drill.” Judy stood up, gesturing at the table. “I’m assuming you want to keep my stinky phone, for evidence.”

“Yes, thank you. Might be time for an upgrade, eh?”

“Ya think?” Judy managed a smile, and Detective Boone guided her to the door.

“I’ve arranged for a uniformed officer to give you a lift back to the city, considering your service to the county today.”

“Thanks.” Judy flashed on the horrific explosion in her VW. It gave her a jolt, but she had to put it behind her for now. Detective Boone held open the door, and the other Chester County detectives, A.D.A.’s, uniformed officers, and FBI, DEA, and ICE agents gathered around her, thanking her and handing her a flurry of business cards with gold seals and embossed badges.

“I’ll take you out back to avoid the press,” Detective Boone said after the good-byes were finished, leading her out the door, through the crowded waiting room, and out a side door down a hallway. Judy let herself be steered past a time clock next to a tray of metal slots filled with punch cards, then a scheduling board covered with wipe-off Magic Marker notations, out the back to a small police parking lot. The sunlight was waning, and without her phone, she had no idea how long she’d been inside.

“What time is it?” Judy asked, disoriented.

“Four thirty.” Detective Boone gestured to a uniformed police officer who stood waiting beside a Kennett Square police cruiser, its back door open.

“Thanks for the ride.”

“We’re happy to do it. Officer Kitt will be your driver. Tell him where to take you.” Detective Boone put a paternal hand on her shoulder. “Thanks for everything you did. While we appreciate your efforts, I’m officially informing you that we hope you never do it again.”

“I won’t. Maybe.” Judy smiled. “Will you keep me posted?”

“No.”

“Aw, come on,” Judy whined, and Detective Boone didn’t suppress a wry smile.

“Okay, if there’s anything you need to know, I will.”

“I wish I understood why they killed Iris or what she was doing with the money.”

“We’ll keep investigating, you can be assured of that.” Detective Boone opened the back door of the cruiser while Officer Kitt went around the front, climbed in the driver’s seat, and started the big engine. “Travel safe. Please give my best regards to your aunt.”

“Will do, thanks.” Judy eased into the cruiser, and Detective Boone shut the door behind her, closing her inside. The cruiser took off, taking a left turn to bypass the media, then wound its way through Kennett Square and hit the highway.

Judy rested her head back on the hard plastic seat, closing her eyes, but she didn’t rest. Awful images flooded her brain, of white-hot explosions and fresh red blood. She could hear the noise of the blast, Roberto moaning, and Carlos cursing. She flashed on Father Vega, feeling shocked all over again that he’d tried to stab her to death. The priest had hidden behind the cloth to win the trust of Iris, Daniella, and an entire congregation, but in the end, Father Vega had betrayed them all, even his own, Father Keegan. Judy thought about Iris, who had been so savagely murdered, and it made her angry and frustrated that she still didn’t know why. Judy had believed she wanted justice, but what she really wanted was to understand why, though no explanation of motive could make her truly comprehend the human capacity for evil.

She opened her eyes, gazed out the window, and watched the highway whiz past. Twilight fell, painting the sky black as they headed toward the city, and she wondered what she was going back to, since everything had changed. Her mother. Her aunt. Even Frank was gone. She didn’t have a car anymore. She didn’t even have a purse or a phone. She thought about stopping at a pay phone to call her mother and the office, but the police already had. The Rule 37 motion had been answered, and the rest of her cases could wait. It was impossible to think about work in the aftermath of so much destruction and death.

“Ms. Carrier, we’re approaching the city limits,” Officer Kitt said, looking into the rearview mirror. “Where would you like to go?”

“Pennsylvania Hospital, please.”

“Gotcha.” Officer Kitt hit the gas, rolling into the city, then entered the grid that was Center City, choked with rush-hour traffic. Finally, they ended up in front of the hospital, where he dropped her off and she thanked him.

Judy entered the hospital and crossed to the reception desk to get the information about Aunt Barb’s room, then went up the elevator. She got off on a floor busy with visitors, doctors, and nurses bustling back and forth. Dinner service had begun, and an orderly pushed a tall, rolling stack of food trays covered with steamy lids, though she couldn’t smell anything for the stink of manure and ashes in her nose. She walked down the glistening hall, reading the room numbers until she had located her aunt’s room, which was the first closed door. She paused for a moment, bracing herself to see her aunt and her mother, and vice versa, or whatever. She knocked on the door, then opened it to see Aunt Barb in bed, and her mother sitting by her side with a female visitor.

“Hi, everybody,” she said, entering the room uncertainly.

“Judy!” Aunt Barb looked up, her lips parting with happiness. Flowers and cards covered the sidetable. “You’re here! Are you okay? The police called, and we’ve been watching on TV! Were you hurt in the explosion? What happened? Thank God you’re okay!”

“Honey!” Her mother jumped up and rushed toward her, arms outstretched, and gathered her up for a real hug. “We were worried sick! Are you okay? What did they do to you?”

“I’m fine, I’m okay.” Judy hugged her mother back, surprised at the show of emotion, which felt somehow painful. She let her mother go, avoiding her eyes. “It’s all right now, so don’t worry.”

“But look at your face!” her mother said, aghast. “There’s little cuts on your cheeks! Is that from the car bomb? Did you get to a hospital? Didn’t they take you to an ER? I knew something was wrong, very wrong, when you didn’t call me back. I called you this morning, did you get my message?”

“This morning?” Judy realized that her mother must have been the one who’d phoned when she’d been hiding from Carlos in the manure bin. She decided not to share that part of the story. “Sorry, I didn’t hear the phone.”

“Judy, come over, please!” Aunt Barb was sitting up in bed and motioning to her, with a hand attached to an IV and a pressure monitor. “I want to see you! You poor thing, what have you been
through
?”

“I’m fine, really.” Judy walked over stiffly, unable to shake the awkwardness she felt in the presence of her mother and aunt, especially in front of the female visitor, whom she assumed was a friend of Aunt Barb’s. Judy extended a hand. “Hi, nice to see you, I’m Judy.”

“Nice to see you, too,” answered the woman, with a Spanish accent. “I’m Daniella Gamboa.”

Chapter Forty-three

“You’re Daniella,
Iris’s friend
?” Judy asked, incredulous, and Daniella clasped Judy’s hand, covered it with her other hand, and held it for a moment. She looked younger than Iris, in her late forties, and was tall, about five-seven, and slim. Her large brown eyes stood out in a long face, and her shiny black hair was pulled back in a long ponytail. She had on a jeans jacket over a white sweater, with baggy jeans and black sneakers.

“I’m very sorry about what happened to you, from Carlos. They say on TV that your car, it blew up. He is very crazy man, very crazy. And Father Vega, they say on TV he
was
with them! I can’ believe that!” Daniella’s dark eyes flared in disbelief. “I
know
him. He know my family. We are from the same town. I tell him everything, is all my fault!”

“I understand,” Judy said, though she didn’t, not yet. “Daniella, I’m just happy you’re alive. I was worried about you, so are the police. Where have you been?”

“I’m sorry, so sorry.” Daniella shook her head. “I feel so terrible, so sick in my heart, in my soul. I was hiding. I get on the bus and go out of town, to Wilmington.”

“Why were you hiding? From Carlos?”

“Yes, from him, from Father Vega, from everybody.” Daniella nodded, agitated. “That why I take the money, to get away from Carlos.”

“What money?”

Aunt Barb motioned for attention. “Daniella saw on the TV news that Father Vega had been arrested and Carlos and Roberto killed, so she came out of hiding. Iris had told her about me, so she knew where to find me.” Aunt Barb’s eyes filmed with new tears, and she held the Kleenex to her nose. “Daniella, tell Judy what you told us. I … don’t want to tell it. I can’t.”

“Judy, Carlos and Roberto, they kill Iris. They
murder
her.”

“I know,” Judy said, sinking onto the bed.

“You
know
?” Aunt Barb asked, shocked. “How did you find out? Did they try to kill you? What happened?”

Judy’s mother interjected, “Judy, how do you know? How did you get so involved in this? Why didn’t the police handle it? What’s going on?”

“Ladies, please.” Judy waved them both into silence, focusing on Daniella. “
Why
did they kill Iris, do you know?”

“Yes.” Daniella pursed her lips, which were thin.

“Please, tell me.” Judy eased down onto a corner of the bed, across from Daniella.

“Iris and me, we mee’ Carlos when he and Roberto come to Mike’s. He is new and his friend Roberto. I like Carlos and he’s liking me, so we date, you know?”

“Yes,” Judy answered, trying to be patient.

“Carlos drink, all the time, too much, and he is mean, ugly. I know he sell heroin. I want to get away from him, but I cannot. He hit me, all the time. He say I am sleepin’ with everybody, the men, the bosses, everybody. He don’ want me to work at my job no more. He say he will marry me, give me money. He say he has so much money. He tell me where his money is.”

“Where was it?”

“At Mike’s. In the shed. He tell me there is a door in the floor.”

Judy realized it must have been a second stash. “I don’t understand something. Why did he tell you that?”

“When he drink, he tell me. He is out of his mind. He get so angry, he yell at himself. At me. And God.” Daniella shook her head, with a deep frown. “Crazy, he get.”

“So then what happened?”

“So then we have a big fight and he hit me, here.” Daniella pointed to her lower chest. “He break my rib. He say he will kill me. I know I have to get away. I tell Iris, we should get his money. We can take the money and I can go away. Get away from him. I have to do it.”

Judy could visualize the two desperate women, best friends trying to help each other.

“But I tell Father Vega, my priest. My
priest.
He help me all the time, with Carlos. He tell me to pray, but he
lie.
” Daniella shook her head, agonized. “I don’ know Father Vega is
with
Carlos. I don’ know.”

“I’m sure.” Judy’s heart went out to her.

“Carlos drink one night and he fall asleep, from a pill I put in his rum. Iris bring me the sleeping pill, from Barb’s house.” Daniella winced, gesturing at Aunt Barb, who listened, dabbing her eyes. “Then we go in her car to the shed at Mike’s. We find the money and we take some. Iris hide the money at Barb’s house.”

“Okay.”

“So Friday, they move my shif’ at work. The boss call me up. He tell me, no afternoon shif’ with Iris. Somebody on mornin’ shif’ call in sick. The boss tell me to come in.”

“What’s the boss’s name?”

“Roy. I worry, it isn’ right.’ People get sick, Roy don’t care. He don’t change shif’. He don’ bother. I don’ tell Iris, I know she worry too much.” Daniella paused, with a pained sigh. “I go early, I hear Roy and Carlos talk, they say Father Vega tell them everything I tell him. They know we take the money. I run away. I don’ have no money. I don’ need no money. I…” Daniella made a hitchhiking motion with her thumb, then her face fell. The lines in her forehead formed fissures of deep grief. “I call Iris, I tell her. I leave a message to call me.”

“You called her Saturday? Was it around two?”

“Yes.”

Judy realized that Daniella had been the one who’d called Iris, in the rose garden.

“I don’ know what happen. I hear she die and I know they kill her. I feel terrible, so terrible about Iris. I pray and pray for God to forgive me. I don’ forgive myself. I don’ know how they kill her but they do.”

“You’re right, they did.”

“How? How do you know?”

“Before we discuss that, let me ask you something. Why did you come forward now?”

“I don’ know what to do. I am safe now Carlos is dead but I no feel safe. Other bosses know we take the money. They wan’ the money, so I come to Barb to ask her for it.” Daniella’s eyes turned pleading, and she faced Aunt Barb in bed. “Please, give me the money so I can give it to them. So they will not kill me or my family at home.”

Judy held up a hand, interjecting. “Daniella, I don’t think it works that way. If you show yourself, they’ll kill you. Whoever else is in the conspiracy, they’ll kill you. They can’t let you live, even if you give them the money back.”

“Wha’ can I do?” Daniella’s eyes brimmed with tears. “Wha’ can I do? They will kill my family!”

Judy’s thoughts raced ahead. “Let’s go to the police. I’ll go with you. We can make a deal.”

“No, no, never.” Daniella shook her head. “They will kill me. You see how they do.”

“Let me try to get you a deal.” Judy dug in the pocket of her sweatpants and pulled out the array of business cards from the various government agencies. “Look, I just met with all of these cops. FBI, ICE, too. Let me make some phone calls and talk to them. I’m a lawyer. I won’t tell them where you are.”

“No, I no go to the police.” Daniella shook her head again, frightened.

“You can and you should. You have something to trade for a visa. You know about the other stash. There’s probably a lot of things you know.”