“You going to let him leave?” Christina asked.
“Take a look at these right now and then I’ll decide.” Waylon pulled several flash drive sticks from the envelope and put them into her hands. She quickly pulled a tablet from her purse and plugged the first one into it.
A quick run-through showed a male and female with their backs to the main surveillance camera, but the nanny cams caught their faces clearly. Their masks were pulled up so the last faces Conrad saw would be theirs. Then there was gunfire. The masks came back down in front of the surveillance cameras, and they walked away, leaving Conrad on the floor with yellow roses still clutched in his hands.
“Can we identify them with that?” Waylon asked.
“Oh, yeah,” Christina said. “We couldn’t see them on the normal camera, but this is pure gold.”
“We couldn’t lock anything down until now,” Larry said. “Let’s call in for a couple of warrants and go pick them up.”
“Where?”
“At their bar down south of town. That’s where the whole gang hangs out,” Christina said. “They’ll be there. The king and his sister don’t leave the castle unless it’s important.”
“And you know this how?”
“I paid my dues on the street,” Christina answered. “So now that we’re getting the case closed, how long are you sticking around for, Waylon?”
“Until the end of the week. I want to see these two behind bars. And I need to clean out my apartment. Lease is up on September 1.”
“You won’t quit. Detective work is in your blood.” Larry laughed.
“Watch me.” Waylon smiled.
Christina’s dues paid off, and they snagged both Estrella and Stickler in the bar right where she’d told them they would be. They lawyered up before they were even in the interrogation room, but it was over. Kate’s name was cleared, as were Amanda’s and Jamie’s.
He called from his apartment that evening, and she answered on the fourth ring.
“Sorry, I was rocking the baby. What have you found out?”
“It’s over,” he said simply.
Kate hit the button to put the phone on speaker and sat down on the sofa with the baby in her arms. “Are you serious? For real, it’s over?”
“Probably be on the front page of the metro papers in the morning.” He went on to tell her about Katrina Gonzales. “Conrad’s lifestyle caught up with him. He saw a money deal. The gang saw a con man.”
She’d expected a great surge of adrenaline to shoot through her veins when she finally heard the news, or maybe a few emotional tears, but nothing happened except that the baby burped up milk on her shoulder.
“Are you sure?” Kate asked. “They are behind bars and they confessed?”
“No confession, but the lawyer is already begging for a deal. Seems they have some information about a drug cartel that the feds have been after for years.”
“Will they go free?”
“Oh, no, but they might get the death penalty off the table or their sentences reduced by a few years. Estrella is a cocky little witch. She’ll run the whole Gonzales business from behind bars. Aren’t you happy?”
“Yes, Waylon, but I’m in shock that it’s over. ‘Thank you’ seems like so little.”
“Just doin’ my job,” he said. “I thought I’d be home on Friday, but I need to stay over until the middle of next week to get everything finalized.”
“You’ll be home a week from Sunday for the christening, won’t you? They’re having a baby shower along with the potluck. As godparents, we will need to be there,” she said. “This isn’t a dream, is it?”
“No, it’s real, and you are free to do whatever you want.” He chuckled. “I’ll call you tomorrow and every day I’m gone.”
“I’ll miss you,” she said.
“I’m glad. Good night, darlin’.”
He’d said home, not back in Bootleg or Mabelle or at the ranch. Waylon was coming home for good, and she’d made up her mind to live in Bootleg. Things were sure enough looking up.
With a towel around her red hair and wearing a white terry robe, Amanda padded out of the bathroom. “That felt so good, and thank you for watching her so I didn’t have to hurry.”
“Sit down,” Kate said as she pulled a tissue from the box on the end table and wiped away the baby’s spit-up.
“Why?” Amanda stopped in her tracks.
“Because I’m going to deliver good news, and you can’t dance around like a wild woman when I do.”
Amanda eased into the rocking chair.
“It’s over. They caught Conrad’s killers.” Kate told her the whole story.
“Katrina Gonzales is that new swimsuit model, isn’t she?” Jamie came in through the deck doors with Gracie behind her.
“Can I take my Barbie dolls in the tub with me?” Gracie asked.
“Go ahead and get her in the tub, and then I’ll tell you,” Kate said.
Kate told the story again when Jamie returned.