“Because, Carmen, nobody,” Garrett said pointing at Marcus, “told me to talk to any of these people.”
Carmen looked at Marcus, waiting for an answer. Marcus looked at Carmen and then at Garrett. “We're waiting for an answer, Marcus?” Garrett quipped.
“What?” Marcus pleaded.
“Why didn't you tell Garrett to investigate any of this?”
“Carmen, my job was to defend Roland against the prosecution’s case. I didn't have to present the jury of alternative theories of how the crime was committed. They had no case.”
“He's right, Carmen, the police investigated the crime,” Garrett said. “I investigated their case and this is not their case. All these leads came from you Carmen. We never heard of any these people until you came along.”
“And how would we know about them? Roland sure wasn't gonna tell us about any of this. All this does is give him a stronger motive for murder,” Marcus said passionately.
“No it doesn't,” Garrett said as he stood up.
“What?” Carmen said angrily.
“I don't think this makes his motive any stronger. To me, it dilutes it,” Garrett walked to the bar and poured himself a glass of Hennessy.
“How?” Marcus asked. “I'm dying to hear this.”
“Think about it, Marcus. Ferguson had a young beautiful wife; you'll forgive me for saying this, Carmen, but your sister was putting on a freak show for his private entertainment. Why would he kill her? He had what most men only dream of. James Martin was the case they should have been pursuing. Rasheed was working for James Martin doing God knows what. Because if he was fronting him dope against work and he didn't get many female clients, that only leaves men. And on top of that he owed James Martin money. That's where this case is leading,” Garrett said.
“But he's dead now,” Carmen sighed.
“Somebody knows something about him. If he's dead, somebody had to claim the body,” Marcus said to Garrett.
“I'm on it,” he replied. “This is getting to be a whole lot more interesting then my other case.”
“I know somebody who might know something about him,” Carmen said, and both Garrett and Marcus looked at her.
“Who?” Marcus asked.
“A friend of mine.”
“What's your friend’s name?” Marcus said sounding a little jealous.
“Denny.”
“Denny who?”
“Denny Barnes,” Carmen said as Garrett looked on like he was watching a tennis match.
“How would he know about James Martin?”
“De
nny rolls in those circles. He's the one who told me where to find Porsche.”
“How do you know Denny?”
Carmen smiled. “He was my first boyfriend, Marcus.”
“Oh,” Marcus said with a silly look on his face.
“So what's going on here kids?” Garrett asked.
“Nothing,” Carmen said looking at Marcus and smiling.