Tough Justice: Ambushed (Part 6 Of 8). Carol Ericson
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Lara cleared her throat. “We’re investigating some cold case files in that area, possible arsonist.”
“I hope you catch them.”
“We will. We’re investigating some possible motives. Can you tell me about the Morettis?”
“The twins.” Viv’s faded blue eyes shifted over Lara’s shoulder. “I lived there when the parents were alive. Seemed like a nice couple, an attractive couple anyway. Not too friendly though, but then it was that type of neighborhood. Everyone kept to themselves in those days.”
“Were you there after the parents died and the aunt moved in?”
Viv sniffed. “Aunt, my ass. I never saw any aunt. I never saw any adults around, but the boys stayed in that house until...”
“Until it burned down and Mason died in the fire.”
“That was terrible.” Viv covered her eyes with one hand. “The way that boy carried on.”
Lara swallowed. “Andrew?”
“Wanted to run right back into that house and rescue his brother. The firemen had to restrain him.”
“Did you have much contact with the twins after their parents died? Before the fire?”
“They were nice boys.” Viv patted Lara’s knee. “Very mature, very respectful. That’s why I never called Child Protective Services when it looked like they were living there alone.”
“They didn’t cause any trouble in the neighborhood?”
“The younger twin, Mason, he had a few run-ins with the law before his parents’ accident. I know the police came to the house a few times, but he cleaned up his act after his parents died. No trouble at all out there—until the fire.”
“Did the boys have many visitors to the house, or did they keep a low profile?”
“Those boys didn’t have many friends before or after. I think the father was strict because the way those boys looked—” Viv winked “—you’d think the place would be crawling with girls.”
“They never dated?” Lara clenched her teeth. Thank God they never dated. Who knew what sick tricks they would’ve played on the girls?
“Not that I could tell.” Viv shook her head, making her long, side braid swing back and forth. “No prom dates, no girls at the house—even when they lived there alone. I suppose they didn’t want to call attention to their situation.”
Or they were too busy planning a criminal empire.
Viv tapped Lara’s knee. “The only time I thought the twins might be getting into trouble was when they had those couple of boys over.”
Lara froze. “They had some boys over to the house?”
“Just a few—scruffy-looking characters, if you ask me.”
“Near the time of the fire?” Lara crossed her arms, afraid Viv might see her heart pounding in her chest.
Viv’s face crumpled. “Do you think they might have had something to do with the fire? They were there way before the fire.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.” Lara shrugged quickly. “What do you mean, scruffy? Were they from the neighborhood? High school friends?”
“Not the neighborhood. These kids looked like drug users. I thought Mason might’ve been getting into trouble again, but it wasn’t that at all.”
“How do you know that, Viv?”
“I asked them.” She tossed her braid over her shoulder. “I saw them in the yard one day, and I asked if those young men were friends of theirs. Do you know what they told me?”
“What?” The blood was thrumming in Lara’s veins now, causing her ears to pulse and her temples to throb.
“Andrew and Mason were helping those boys.” Viv was beaming as if she were their grandmother.
Lara added Viv to the list of unsuspecting people the twins had fooled.
“Helping how?”
“Those young men were down on their luck, runaways maybe, homeless. The boys were giving them some food, some of their old clothes. Imagine losing their own parents and thinking enough of others to help.”
“Yeah, they could put Mother Teresa to shame.”
Viv’s blue eyes flickered. “Do you think one of those scruffy boys could’ve set the fire?”
Lara placed her hands on her knees. More likely those scruffy boys were auditioning for Mason’s body double. “Not sure, Viv, but you’ve been really helpful.”
“Even though my house was in my daughter’s name, she never lived there during that time. She was already out of the house, but when she told me the FBI had contacted her about the Moretti twins, I wanted to help.”
“We absolutely appreciate it, Viv. Call me directly if you think of anything else.” Lara placed her card on the table next to the remote control. “I’ll let you get back to your show, and you can fast-forward through that kiss.”
“Poor girl. That man is a scoundrel.” Viv shook her finger at the TV screen. “How about you, Lara? Have you ever kissed a scoundrel?”
A wave of heat washed into Lara’s face, and she put her hand to her throat. “I sure have, Viv. I’ve kissed a scoundrel or two.”
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