“The Comodoro Andrade Ferreira?”
“The same. I need you to get in touch with our friend at One Penn and see if he can tell you what’s going on.”
“I’ll take care of it and get back to you as soon as I have something,” she said, and ended the call.
“Is everything alright?” Jada asked Wanda as she came out of her dressing room.
“Shy was questioned by the police about a murder.”
“Oh, my,” Jada said, as Wanda made her call.
That woman can’t seem to keep herself out of trouble, Jada thought.
And she couldn’t.
As hard as they were trying to move forward and live a normal life, raising their children and loving each other, that just didn’t seem to be in the cards for Michael and Cassandra Black.
After picking the children up from school, they headed for home with Easy in the front with Chuck, telling him all about his day at school. Michelle sat in the back with her mother, texting feverishly. That was fine with Shy that they weren’t talking to her. Michelle did ask what was wrong, but when Shy said that she was just thinking, Michelle went back to texting. She stared out the window as they rode, replaying the interrogation in her mind.
“Okay. Why don’t you take me through it again, Mrs. Black,” Ross suggested and sat back.
“As I’ve said twice already, I met Mr. Ferreira two days ago in his office to discuss the purchase of cigar rolling machines from China, for use in his business in Brazil.”
“And you arrived there at or around ten o’clock. Is that correct?” Sanders asked.
“Yes.”
“So, you arrived at the building and went to his office.” Ross flipped a page in the notes he was taking. “And you said that prior to that, you had never met or had any dealings with Mr. Ferreira, is that correct?”
“That’s correct.”
“I find that very hard to believe, Mrs. Black,” Dietrich said. “Seems to me that with your past record, that the Ferreira’s would be exactly the type of people that you and your husband would be involved with.”
“Is there a question mixed up somewhere in that statement, Agent Dietrich?” Patrick asked.
“How did the meeting get arranged?” Sanders asked, without waiting to see if Dietrich would answer.
“I was put in contact with Mr. Ferreira by a mutual business associate,” Shy said.
“Who was that, Mrs. Black?”
“Valencia DeVerão.”
“And how are you acquainted with Ms. DeVerão?”
“Her company, Porter Technology, recently did some work for my company.”
“Tell me about that conversation?” Sanders asked.
“She called me and said that she had a client who was looking to buy cigar rolling machines.”
“From China?”
“No. Mr. Ferreira was talking to a company called Innerbond. But once I found that they were the overseas distributor for a Chinese company, I reached out to them directly.”
“Why you?”
“What do you mean?”