“I got good news and I got bad news, Mario.”
“Good news first, Harvey. I need some cheering up today.”
“Then this should help do it,” the Miami Beach cop said. “Those cameras you asked about? They exist. You’re gonna get a copy of a DVD showing everybody who boarded that flight.”
“Everybody?”
“Including the crew. They all board through the same door. The camera mounted above it runs continuously.”
“You are a prince among men, Harvey Willis.”
“Don’t lay it on too thick. Now for the bad news: we haven’t been able to track down this Arriaga guy. You sure he’s here in Florida?”
“No, I’m not. But he’s supposed to be.”
“Well, we came up with what we think is his address, but he doesn’t answer his door. And we got what we think are his home and cell numbers, but he doesn’t pick up his phones and, up to now, he hasn’t responded to our messages. His car, if it is his car, isn’t in the driveway, and his neighbors have no idea where he is. They’re all Anglos, and Arriaga, they say, doesn’t speak much English.”
“All Anglos? In South Florida?”
“Hard to believe, isn’t it?”
“No fixed place of employment?”
“Nope. He floats.”
“As what?”
“A handyman. One of those neighbors had him in to do some work. Apparently he’s good.”
“And I guess it’s tough to find gainful employment if your specialty is killing people.”
“Not at all. Like you said, it’s South Florida.”
“You think maybe he’s still at it? Killing people? On the side, I mean?”
“If he is, there’s nothing in the records. And I mean nothing. No arrests, not even a speeding ticket. He appears to be squeaky clean.”
“No Social Security number? No credit card?”
“He has both.”
“How did he manage that?”
“Manage what?”
“Social Security. Credit cards. He’s not a legal resident.”
“Who told you that?”
“His wife.”
“You mean his ex-wife.”
“No. His wife.”
“And this wife you’re talking about lives there in Brazil?”
“She does.”
“Two possibilities then: either we got the wrong Arriaga, or she’s lying. And I’m pretty sure we’ve got the right Arriaga.”
“Interesting.”
“Arriaga won a green card in one of those lottery things. He’s married to a woman whose maiden name was Inez Bocardo, also a legal resident, and has been for over a year.”
“How easy would it have been to marry a second woman without divorcing the first?”
“Not easy. He would have been required to list his marriage status on his visa application. That would have shown him as married. So he’d need proof of divorce if he wanted to marry again.”
“We were told he couldn’t come to Brazil for his son’s funeral because he was in the States illegally.”
“Again, if we’ve got the right Arriaga, that’s bullshit. He could have gone, and come back, any time he wanted to.”
“Can you get a copy of those divorce papers?”
“Sure. Public records.”
“Check them, will you? Confirm that the ex-wife’s name is Aline.”
“Okay, and if it is?”
“I can only think of one reason why she’d want us to believe he wasn’t in Brazil when the murders were taking place.”
“Like she still loves him?”
“And is covering for him.”
“Well, duh,” Harvey Willis said.