If She Knew (Kate Wise, #1)

by Blake Pierce

warm fuzzy feeling in her gut and her heart started pumping a bit faster. She ended the call and immediately pulled up DeMarco’s number. She answered after three rings. DeMarco sounded irritated and a bit tired. “Hey, Wise,” she said. “If you’re calling for updates, there are none. Duran and the local PD are hanging on the assumption that Julio Almas is our guy.” “Well, I just got a call from the coroner with an early report on Taylor Woodward’s body. So tell me something…is Julio right-handed or left-handed?” “I’m actually not sure. I never bothered looking.” “You still at the PD?” “Unfortunately.” “Find some bullshit form and take it in there for him to sign. Tell him he’ll be released soon after. Pay attention to which hand he signs with.” “Okay…” DeMarco said, a hint of intrigue in her voice. “Give me a second.” “I’ll hold.” Kate listened to the sound of movement from DeMarco’s end. She heard the faint voices of the policemen in the background, the place still in a bit of an uproar from the morning’s excitement. She was ready to put to rest her doubts about Julio Almas. Three minutes passed. She was ten minutes away from the gates at Amber Hills when DeMarco came back on the phone. “He signed it,” DeMarco said. “He’s a lefty. Why? What have you got?” Kate sighed. “Nothing,” she said. “Just bad instincts, I guess. Or worn-out ones. Maybe there is a wisdom in retiring at 55. You’ve got your man. It’s Julio.” She hung up and sighed. Maybe she was getting

while others had no problem with returning right away. When she pulled up in front of the house, she saw Daryl’s mother sitting in a rocker on the front porch. She eyed Kate when she got out of the car and started up the sidewalk. “Hello again,” Kate said as pleasantly as she could. “Is Daryl home?” “He is,” the mother said. “But he’s very tired and understandably upset.” “I understand,” Kate said. She approached the porch and slowly climbed the stairs. She then spoke in a low conspiratorial voice, hoping to sway the old woman. “This is not public knowledge yet, but we have a potential suspect in custody,” she said. “If I could speak with him in private for no more than ten minutes, it could help us ensure that we do indeed have the right man.” Daryl’s mother seemed happy at the news, nodding her appreciation. “Okay,” she said. “He’d

point. Why was that?” He

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