The Devil's Daughter

Hard Part

Mayfair and I headed towards the hotel that Lisandra's parents were staying at. I knew that this was not the right time to be asking them questions, but it wasn't like we had all the time in the world for this. I turned into the parking lot of the hotel. From the looks of it, it didn't look like they were hurting for money, which made this all the more suspicious to me. We exited the car and began to walk toward the front desk. The receptionist noticed us immediately and made sure to look respectable.

"Welcome to the Langham Huntington, how can I help you two this morning?" She said with a smile.

"We're looking for a Mr. and Mrs. Sanita." I said calmly.

"Might I ask what this is in reference to?"

"We're with LAPD, we need to speak with them about a private matter. It's rather urgent." I responded.

"Yes sir, let me find their room information for you."

She turned away from us before typing away on her computer in front of her.

"They are staying in suite 317." She informed us before giving us the proper directions to the room.

"Thank you."

We began to walk toward the elevators in the lobby, watching as everyone stared at us in curiosity.

"Nice place for the parents of a woman who was married to a dealer." I stated aloud as the elevator doors opened.

"I was thinking the same thing. Maybe this is why Alejandro married her?"

I shrugged my shoulders. We entered the elevator and pressed for floor three.

"It would make sense, but I'm just wondering something, who else knew about the family's money? And why didn't they help?"

Before Mayfair could answer, the elevator door opened to the third floor. We followed the direction of the signs towards the room we were directed to. Once the room was in sight, we picked up our pace before we were standing outside of the room. I knocked on the door firmly as we waited for an answer. In a matter of seconds, the door opened to reveal a man of age.

"May I help you?" He asked softly.

"Are you Mr. Sanita?" He nodded his head.

"I am, might I ask what this is about?" He glanced down at our badges and sidearms with uneasiness.

"My name is Detective Michael Jackson, and this is my partner Detective Jocelyn Mayfair. We're the ones on your daughter's case. May we ask you some questions?"

He turned behind him before opening the door. The room was very nice, almost too nice for what we've encountered with their daughter.

"Please, have a seat."

In the distance, I heard the sound of a baby crying, familiarizing myself with the situation.

"Who was it?" An older woman asked in the midst of the crying.

"Um, a couple of detectives from LAPD are here."

He turned to look at us with a withered smile. The woman appeared with Elena in her arms, crying uncontrollably.

"So sorry, I'm just trying to get her to sleep. I'll be back in a moment." She gave us a smile as she returned to the back.

"So, what is this about?" He sat across from us on the couch, while Mayfair and I stood.

"Mr. Sanita, what all did you know about Alejandro Cararra?" I started.

"I knew that he was no good for Lisa. He was never someone that we wanted our daughter to be with, but she was in love." He seemed to have grown sad as he reminisced on the thoughts of his daughter.