The Devil's Daughter

Evidence

After leaving the crime scene, I was able to come back to the precinct in order to run a search on Alejandro. Luckily, I found a current residence. In fact, I was able to find out more than what I thought, seeing as his rap sheet was as long as my arm. After finding an address, I called for Mayfair to come with me to his address to question his wife, Lisandra.

"I hate this part." She said from beside of me.

"Which part? Telling the wife that her husband is dead, or asking her questions that might open her up to the other side of him?"

She whispered a giggle before staring ahead.

"Both. It's not easy finding out that your loved one is dead and it's not any easier when you're being questioned about a part of them that you were never aware of."

"This is all part of the job." I said as I turned down the street that Alejandro's family resided on.

"Not to pry or anything, but why do you have no filter with these things?"

I scoffed in amusement at her choice of words.

"It's not that I don't have a filter, it's just I know that when it comes to this sort of thing, you really can't afford to feel sympathy or get attached. You could really miss major details. Plus there's nothing that you can do for them now."

"I get that, but doesn't it hurt you even a little bit?" I parked the car outside of an apartment complex before unbuckling myself.

"Well of course it does. I truly can't imagine what it must feel like to know that the person you love isn't who you thought they were and that they are dead. It's an awful thing to hear, but it's not my job to comfort them."

Before she pushed any further into my thoughts and feelings, I exited the car and began to walk across the street with her trailing a few steps behind me. Children were playing hopscotch on the street as several residents were sitting on the walkway and balconies. We earned several suspicious glances from several people, but we maintained or unfazed stature and continued to our destination.

Scanning the doors for an apartment number, we made our way to the second floor of the complex. Knocking on the iron door, we awaited for someone to answer. The faint sound of footsteps, followed by the sound of a chain unlocking was heard. In a matter of a second, the door opened to reveal the woman from the photograph, along with the same baby in her arms.

"Can I help you, officers?"

Her Spanish accent was present with every word she spoke, making it somewhat hard to understand some things.

"Mrs. Carrara, I'm Detective Jackson and this is Detective Mayfair. We're with LAPD. May we speak to you for a moment?"

She gave both of us quick glances before stepping aside to let us in. It was a small apartment filled with baby toys and tattered furniture. Despite that, it still had such a homey feel to it.

"May I get you two something to drink?" I politely declined her offer as we ushered her to take a seat. She set the baby down in her playpen before sitting in a chair next to the couch.

"Mrs. Carrara, we're here about your husband, Alejandro." Her face fell immediately,

"W-What about him?"

I sighed heavily before coming straight out with it.

"Mrs. Carrara, I'm sorry to say that your husband was found dead this morning."

Tears filled her eyes, but the hysteria that I was expecting didn't come. In fact, she was quite calm about this.

"I see." She said quietly as she stared into space.