on the man. No, it had to be someone he felt comfortable with. Your father said he met with Evan under the guise of hiring him to do some work for him.”
“Please don’t arrest my dad. I don’t have him for much longer. You’ve seen how sick he is—he’ll die before he even steps foot in a courthouse.” Tears began to trickle down her cheeks as she pleaded for her father’s life. “He must have been out of his mind with grief when he pulled the trigger. He didn’t know what he was doing.”
“Delia, this file has something else very interesting in it.” Colin picked up the folder and shook it at her as he said it.
She dug a packet of tissues out of her purse and carefully dabbed at her eyes. “What else?”
“The lab found a small piece of flesh stuck in the hammer of the gun. Fortunately, it did not degrade too much in the water because it was encased in the gun.”
“What does that mean?” Delia’s eyes narrowed and a small frown line formed between her perfectly plucked brows.
“When an inexperienced shooter fires a gun, they’re not used to the kickback. The gun grabs a tiny piece of skin from the wenis.”
“What’s a wenis?” Emily questioned. Just as quickly, her hand flew over her mouth as she glanced at Colin, who shot her a disapproving glance.
“Some call it a thenar space, that area between your thumb and your index finger.” Isabel held her hand up and pointed to the area.
“Why are you droning on about something I couldn’t care less about? My dad already confessed.”
“With all his years in the FBI, he wouldn’t have let that happen to him.” Colin threw the folder on the table with a smack.
Delia jumped at the sharp noise.
“But you’re not used to shooting a gun, Delia.” Emily scooted forward in her chair and rested her elbows on the table, lacing her fingers together, consciously avoiding eye contact with Colin. “What if I told you the DNA test shows those skin cells belong to you.” She knew the test wasn’t back yet, but she hoped to bluff Delia into thinking it was.
Delia bolted from her chair. “I didn’t do it!” she hollered. “My father already told you he did it. Why are you trying to pin this on me? Do I need to call a lawyer?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Isabel said. “I forgot to show you the rest of the video.” She pushed the play button again.
On the video, Isabel could be heard explaining to Jerry that the fingerprint on the bullet belonged to Ricardo Vega.
Delia watched intently, sitting absolutely still with her gaze riveted to the computer screen.
“Ricardo? Then I take it back.” Jerry squirmed in his bed. “If the print is Ricardo’s, you know I couldn’t have done it. That no-good son-in-law of mine, so he was the one that killed David. Must’ve been because he found out the guy was investigating him. Ricardo obviously didn’t want him to spill the beans to Delia about what he was up to.”
“Yes, must’ve been, but Jerry…why did you say you did it if you knew you didn’t?” Isabel could be heard to ask.
“I only said I did it to cover for Delia—I figured she must have done it. I don’t have much time left, but she has her whole life ahead of her.”
All eyes were on Delia as she sat in frozen silence for a moment, her gaze still focused on the computer screen.
“I’m not saying another word. I want my lawyer,” Delia demanded.
“Now, I know you’re not talking about my husband, Alex,” Isabel snapped. “He defended you once, but he’s not taking this case, lady.”
“They can get you a nice public defender, if you like,” Emily offered.
“I’m fully capable of hiring my own attorney, thank you.”
“Delia, you have the right to remain silent…” Colin went on and read her Miranda rights.
“Am I under arrest?” she interrupted.
“If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand your rights as I have explained them?”
“Yes, but—”
“Delia, I want some answers! You can clam up until your lawyer arrives, that’s your right. Or you can waive your right to an attorney and make a full confession,” Colin said, rising from his seat and coming to rest next to her on the edge of the table.
“Now, why would I do that?” Delia asked, looking up at him.
“Because we have you dead to rights with the DNA evidence proving you were the last