out of school to deal drugs for a while. Like she didn’t like the guys he hung around with, even before the dealing started.”
“You’re telling me Esme’s brother is a drug dealer?” she asked, just to clarify things.
“They both are. Nothing major, though. Just some weed and X, that sort of thing.”
“Ecstasy?”
He looked at her as if she was stupid. “Well, yeah.”
“And the cops know about this?”
“I guess so.”
“You didn’t tell them?” She couldn’t keep the shock out of her voice.
“I figured they knew. What’s the big deal, anyway?”
“The big deal is there’s nothing in their report about it. I can’t believe they didn’t at least look at them.”
“For Esme’s murder?” Diego asked. “Ric and Danny wouldn’t do that.”
She pinned him with her best glare. “I thought you said you didn’t know Ric very well?”
“I don’t. But I didn’t get any crazy murder vibes off him, either.”
“I didn’t realize every killer radiated ‘crazy murder vibes,’” she commented. “It must make the police’s job so much easier.”
“Vivian.” Rafael’s voice held a warning.
She glanced at him, saw his jaw tighten, and decided not to push Diego about Esme’s brother. At least not right now. “Okay. So did you talk to anybody else that you can remember?”
“Just Lissa, Esme’s best friend. She came over as I was leaving to head to work.”
“She’s the one who found Esme’s body later that night.”
He nodded stiffly, then started drumming on the table again, his rhythm faster now that he was more agitated.
“How did you find out that Esme was dead?”
“Lissa called me on my cell phone, after she’d called 911.”
“And you rushed right over.”
“Of course I did. I loved Esme and our baby. I didn’t want to believe her.”
Vivian doubled back. “And you came straight here after taking Esme home?”
“Yeah.”
“What time did you get here?”
“About four-fifteen. Her apartment’s only a couple of blocks away.”
“You were here the whole time?”
“Yes!” His voice got louder, more insistent, but she didn’t try to calm him down. Not now.
“Who saw you?”
“A bunch of people.”
“So why don’t you have an alibi?”
“I was up here working most of the time.”
“By yourself?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. Rafa gave me the job, but the center can’t really afford to pay a bunch of us, so I come in every day and work for a few hours. Do what I can.”
“And you didn’t leave?”
“No.”
“Didn’t take a break? Go downstairs and get some dinner? Go to the restroom? Nothing?”
“I went to the bathroom, but up here.” He pointed down the hall. “There’s a bathroom near the stairs.”
“What time did Lissa call you?”
“Around ten-thirty that night. She told me that I had to come right away.” He looked down at the table, shame in every line of his body. “I hassled her. Things were coming along really well here and I didn’t want to be interrupted.
“I was here, patching the walls, painting, thinking about an essay I had to write for school, while Esme was dying! How could I have been doing that, while some animal was hurting her?”
THERE IT WAS, Rafael thought, the question that had been haunting the kid for the last nine weeks. Well, that and who had actually committed the murder Diego was charged with. Rafa knew Diego hadn’t harmed Esme—he wasn’t capable of it, could barely bring himself to squash a spider, let alone brutally rape and murder the girl he loved.
“How could you have known, Diego?” When he spoke his voice came out gruff with misuse. It had been hard to sit here, keeping his mouth shut, while somebody else took over with Diego, but he knew enough about the system to know it was necessary. And for the first time since he’d gotten back to town and found out Diego had been arrested, he felt as if the kid had a chance.
For all of her fashion magazine looks and cool, cultured voice, Vivian Wentworth seemed to know her stuff. Her questions had been fair, incisive and structured to give her the whole picture of the situation. He could admire that, especially since it seemed to indicate that Diego would get the defense he deserved.
And the look in her eye—the one that had messed with his head back in his office?—he’d finally identified it. Behind the mascara and shadow, her eyes held the gleam of a warrior, one who didn’t like losing.
It was the same look he’d seen in the mirror any number of times since he’d decided to change this old warehouse into a teen center. The same look that had gotten him through all the fundraising and city council meetings it took to keep this place going. The same look that convinced his board to let him do things at the center his way.
It was nice to see that Vivian had some of that same fight in her. She was going to need it before this thing was over.
Rafael had a hard time trusting anyone—couldn’t stand being out of control enough to let someone else do what he couldn’t—but as he watched her with Diego, he thought he just might be willing to bet on Vivian doing what was necessary to protect the boy.
CHAPTER THREE
THE QUESTIONS WENT ON forever, until Diego’s eyes were drooping with exhaustion and even Rafael felt as if he’d been put through the emotional wringer. The only one who looked no worse for wear was Vivian, whose voice was as calm and compassionate now as it had been when she’d started questioning Diego two hours before.
As Diego went over details of his relationship with Esme for the second time, Rafael let his mind wander for a minute. Then was brought back to the present with a jolt as Vivian started gathering up the copious notes she’d taken.
“I think that’s all for tonight,” she said as she slipped the papers into her briefcase. “But I’d like to meet again in a couple of days, after I’ve had a chance to research some things.”
“Sure.” Diego stood, wiping his palms on his jeans before extending a hand to her. “Thanks, Ms. Wentworth.”
“You’re welcome, Diego. But we’re just getting started—there’s a long road ahead of us.”
“Yeah, but you’re the first person, besides Rafa, to really listen to what I had to say about everything. I really appreciate that.”
Vivian smiled, and Rafael was struck again by her sincerity. Though he hated to admit it, he might have been wrong about her. Maybe this was more than just a toss-off pro bono case to her. Maybe—
He cut his thoughts off with a grimace. It was early days yet and there was a lot to do before Diego even had a chance of getting out of trouble. Yet Rafael couldn’t help looking at Vivian differently as he escorted her downstairs.
“Where’s your car parked?” he asked, his voice rusty from hours of disuse as he’d sat back and let Vivian do her thing.
“I