“What I’m asking is, why did she think of you?”
“Because my business is an import-export business,” Shy said, with more attitude than the situation called for, because she was getting tired of answering the same questions with no end in sight.
“I’m curious, Mrs. Black,” Ross began.
“About?”
“Your import-export business,” he quickly scanned his notes. “CAMB Overseas Importers. You import women’s apparel from Honduras and Italy, and medicinal and pharmaceutical products from India—”
“Pharmaceutical products,” Dietrich commented.
“Your point, detective?” Patrick asked.
“My point, Mrs. Black, is that you’re an importer of women’s apparel, and medicinal and pharmaceutical products, what made Ms. DeVerão think of you if he wanted to buy cigar rolling machines?”
“I’m not sure about her motives,” she said, thinking that she needed to know what Valencia’s motives were so she could figure this out. “I imagine that you would have to ask her about that, but I think it was because my business is exporting things from one country and importing them into another country.”
“So,” Sanders and Ross glanced at one another, “let’s get back to the meeting.”
“Mr. Ferreira and I met for approximately forty-five minutes to discuss the proposal from Changpu Zhao and China Tobacco Machines, that you looked at yesterday.”
“Was anything else discussed?” Ross asked.
“No.”
“After the meeting you left his office, what did you do then?” he asked. Shy had noticed that each time that they went over her story, they always got around to asking what happened after she left Andrade Ferreira’s office.
“I went back to my office.”
“You didn’t stop anywhere else in the building?”
“No.”
“What time was it when you got back to your office?”
“Around noon.”
“But you can’t say specifically?”
“No, detective, I cannot.”
“Mrs. Black, have you ever met a man named Garza Cabrero?” Dietrich asked.
“No.”
“What about Ignacio Moreno or Facundo Ceballos, you know or ever hear of either of those men?” he asked.
“No, Agent Dietrich, I haven’t heard of any of those men either.”
“Hector Villanueva?” he asked, and Shy said nothing. “Do you know him?”
“Yes.”
“Leon Copeland, you know him too?”
“Yes.”
“What can you tell me about them and your association with them?”