"Tried. She wouldn't talk to me."
"But you spoke to the daughter."
"No, haven't met her," he hated to admit.
"Damn it! Then how did you obtain the DNA you just told me about? Did the sister get that for you as well?" Moran didn't wait for an answer. "Goddard, consider yourself on probation as of now. Don't force me to call in investigators from Tallahassee. We want the sister away from the investigation, and you can't seem to stop her. What is she, some kind of a runaway freight train?"
"That's pretty close," Goddard said.
The chief answered his phone. "Tammy's waiting at the front desk."
Moran gathered his papers and started to leave. "Let me know how she explains her prints on the gun box. That's got to be good. And Goddard, you're on thin ice."
Goddard met Tammy at the entrance and they walked back to the interrogation room.
She said, "Hope you have good news for me on the investigation." She walked slowly, glancing around. "I haven't been here in this department for years. When I worked for the mayor, I used to run all around this building every day. I remember when they built this dreaded little room. We played around with that two-way mirror."
"Trust me, no one's on the other side. I'll leave the door open." He sat on a chair beside her. "I'm still putting the pieces together. Do you own a gun, Tammy?"
"No, but I fired one once. You were in high school, Chip. I was dating a deputy sheriff."
"What was his name, perhaps I knew him?"
"Carl Richards, I think. Years ago, you wouldn't know him. He went back up north. Anyway, he got on a kick that I needed to protect myself. We went out to the firing range one day. He had me fire his service revolver, big and heavy. My arm ached for a month and my ears are still ringing. This is an official interrogation, isn't it?"
"Should be no surprise. Ray Reid and Loraine Dellin put you right in the middle of this mess."
"Chip, please understand, I loved the senator. You know all he did for me. I was practically his protégée. Most of my business came from his referrals. All that will stop now. I'm sick over his death for a lot of reasons and a lot less money is one of them."
"I'm sorry for your loss, Tammy. However, I need to go back over what you told me about last Saturday."
"Sure. Saturday is my day to cover the office. I skipped out around noon and met with Reid at the restaurant. When he took off, I had a sandwich and went back to the office. Business is terrible. I didn't leave the office that afternoon. At six, I was getting ready to leave when the chief phoned me with the shocker. Then Reid phoned me almost immediately. That's when I phoned 911 with my suspicions, and you picked him up. I told you all this before."