Wyatt stood outside the interrogation room while Noel and Tom spoke with Stephen Villalobos, the man who’d been driving the car when it went into the building. This was the third interview in as many days, and Wyatt was weary of the man’s lies.
Tom and Noel had run down one of the people Villalobos had identified yesterday, and the two stories didn’t match up. Wyatt just needed Villalobos to confess.
“Mister Villalobos,” Noel said, unbuttoning his jacket as he sat down. “We talked to the owner at the diner on Palm. He said you were there with Bella. Several times.” Tom sat too, slower, and with his eyes never leaving the suspect’s.
“Tell us what happened with her,” Tom said.
“I’ve told you already,” Stephen said. “We were just friends.”
“Why’d you drive into the building?”
“There was
