Chapter 28“There!” said Lumbergh, hearing a man answer in Spanish. He stood on the opposite side of the desk, along with detectives, to keep his shoes out of the spaghetti sauce.
The machine used a single cassette but recorded multiple phonelines. One of them, as Dusty had theorized, tied into the building’s local area network. Having rewound the tape and listened again to Sean’s conversation with Lisa from The Mirage—this time from both ends—Lumbergh hoped the next call had been placed from Rizzo’s office to Montoya. It seemed he was right. According to the digital time stamp on the display, it had gone out less than five minutes later.
“Habla inglés?” the caller asked in broken Spanish when someone picked up. The man’s voice was a bit frail. He sounded old.
“That’s got to be Victor Sr
