“What are you gonna do now?” Carmen asked.
“I'll call Agent Ward and DeBreeze in the morning and make them aware of what we've found out.”
“Take me to his house.” Carmen demanded.
“Why Carmen?”
“I need to ask him why. For my own peace of mind, I need to look him in the eye and hear him tell me why he killed Dez.”
“I don't think confronting Roland is the best idea.”
“Fine,” Carmen pouted. “Drop me off at the corner. I'll go by myself.”
“You're determined to do this, aren't you?”
“Yes, Marcus.” Carmen pleaded. “I thought you knew how important this is to me. Especially after I read how Dez was crying out for my help.”
“I do.”
“I thought since you'd been through this yourself that you would understand why I have to do this.”
“I do, Carmen. I'll go with you.”
“I have to do this, Marcus. And if you won't go with me, I'll go alone!”
“Carmen!” Marcus said loud enough to get her attention. “I'll go with you.”
“Thank you, Marcus.” Carmen smiled to herself.
During the remainder of the drive to the Ferguson residence, Carmen said nothing. She just stared aimlessly out the window, trying to decide what she was going to do when she saw Roland. Carmen felt the weight of the gun in her purse, as it rested on her lap. The words, Double Jeopardy, rang like bells in her mind. Could she; would she kill him?
Marcus rolled into the driveway and stopped in front of the house. He turned off the lights and looked over at Carmen. “Are you sure you want to do this.”
“I'm sure I have too.”
Marcus shut off the engine and got out of the car. He came around to open the door for Carmen, but she was already out of the car and heading for the house. Marcus ran to catch up with her and they walked hand in hand to the door. Carmen took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. Some time passed before Melissa opened the door. She led Marcus and Carmen to the study and told them to go on in. Roland looked up when the door to his study opened and an angry looking Carmen walked in with Marcus close behind.
She now knew what she was going to do.
When Roland saw who it was, he smiled. “Carmen! And Marcus! Come in, come in. I was just about to have a drink. Won't you join me?”
“Thank you Roland,” Marcus said and Carmen cut her fiery eyes at him. “We'd be glad too.”
Roland stepped to his bar. “Bacardi, isn't it, Carmen? And Hennessy for the gentleman.” He said gladly as he poured their drinks. Carmen sat down in one of the chairs in front of Roland's desk and opened her purse. She slowly and carefully moved her gun to the top. Marcus handed Carmen the glass and sat down in the chair next to her. Once Roland finished pouring his drink, he sat down behind the desk. “So what brings you two out tonight?”
“You—” Carmen started, but Marcus cut her off quickly.
“You know that we've been investigating your wife's murder and we've found out some disturbing information. And before we went any further I felt it necessary to ask you about it.”
Carmen rolled her eyes.
“Disturbing? I don't like the sound of that.” Roland laughed. “By all means, Marcus, go ahead.”
“Our investigation has led us to several other murders.”
“Other murders?”
“Yes, Frank and Suzanne Collins, two executives at Hudson Financial, and an FTC investigator.”