“No, nothing unusual,” Alicia insisted. Heavy bosoms heaving, she looked down on the box.
“What about his gambling debts?”
Her head snapped up. “I know nothing about debts.”
The back of Tuason’s ears tingled. Some detectives have bullshit meters in their guts, Tuason had hers in her ears. She puffed her cheeks, then exhaled. “We’ll need office records and Mr. Villa’s planner.”
“I’m not sure I should give them to you without a warrant.”
She’s smarter than she looks, thought Tuason. She shifted her eyes to the two other employees. One was talking earnestly on the phone, the other answering Joshua’s questions. She doubted they would be of more help than the secretary.
As they walked out of Henry’s office, Joshua said, “If only we had those tools they have in the States, we could easily
