CHAPTER 12

Leave No Stone Unturned

It was strictly prohibited for anyone but employees to roam around Ranger's building, which is why he limited meetings with clients and any of the alphabet agencies to the first-floor conference rooms only. This morning's meeting was taking place in Conference room A, just past reception. It was their largest and most impressively decorated meeting room. It boasted a sleek modern style with a long black lacquered table down the center of the room, easily seating fourteen. Ranger was seated in his preferred seat at the head of the table, facing the door as usual. Emilio Esparza, Rangeman Miami's second in command sat immediately to his right, with Silvio who was also on loan from Miami next to him. Gino, Ram, Roy, and Hector finished the right side of the table, leaving Tank at the end with his back to the door. Sitting immediately on Ranger's left was, Lester, Cal, Vince, and Bobby.

Ranger looked up as Hal opened the door and led Morelli inside. He gave Morelli a quick once over, and determined he looked like shit. He had bags under his eyes, and his clothes were hanging loosely on his body. Truth be told, Ranger didn't look much better. Stephanie had now been missing for twelve days, and her absence was taking its toll on both men.

"We've been working this case hard for five days now and I'm out of places to look," Morelli said as he and Hal took the remaining two seats at the table. His statement wasn't news to anyone. They all felt the same way—frustrated and helpless. "The trail's gone cold and starting today, the other detectives working the case have been reassigned. I threatened to quit if the captain even thought about asking me to stand down. But because of Stephanie's high visibility as a bounty hunter and the fact that many of her skips cross state lines to evade capture, my captain thinks it's time to bring in the feds."

This wasn't a surprise to Ranger or any of his men. Bringing in the feds was the next logical step, but Ranger was worried the feds would want to take control and he couldn't let that happen. He knew he was the best person to head up the investigation because he would never give up on finding Stephanie. Not to mention the fact that the feds had to play by the rules and would most likely get in his way. At the same time, he couldn't deny that they had more resources at their disposal than he did and if he was going to find her, he would need access to every one of them. So, for that reason alone, he was going to agree. "Make the call," Ranger said and turned his attention to Tank, ready to get this meeting started.

Morelli tensed and sat very still, letting his body language speak for him as he glared at Ranger. He wasn't one of his hired thugs and he wasn't about to jump just because Ranger issued an order. Ranger realized Morelli wasn't moving and looked up. They were in a stare off for a few moments, until Morelli felt like he'd made his point clear to Ranger and his men. He finally got to his feet, excused himself and went out into the hall to make his call.

During the tense exchange, the rest of the men pretended to be invisible, thinking that even under the best of circumstances Morelli was stupid to pull the tiger's tail, and these were far from the best of circumstances. They all knew that once Ranger issued an order, you moved on it and you didn't ask questions.

Ranger almost rolled his eyes at Morelli's adolescent display of stubbornness, but as soon as the urge hit him, he was struck with a longing so great he wasn't sure he could speak. Stephanie was always rolling her eyes. He'd seen her do it hundreds of times. What if he never saw her do it again? He'd taken their time together for granted. A sudden urge to hit something came over him, but he had to push his anger aside and carry on with the meeting. He looked across the table at Tank. "What have you gotten from her skips?"

Tank gave a quick shake of his head, hating that he didn't have better news. "We've interviewed and corroborated alibis for all of her skips except for forty-seven of them. We're still trying to locate those individuals, but we're going to need more time."

"Time is what we don't have," Ranger said, not taking his eyes off Tank as the conference room door swung open and Morelli strode back inside, taking his seat. "If you need more men, take Snake and Junior, but keep on it." Tank gave a small nod and Ranger turned his attention to Morelli, curious to see what news his phone call produced.

"Two federal agents will meet us at the Plum's home in one hour," Morelli said, keeping the information concise.

Ranger checked his watch. They had enough time to finish the meeting and get over there. He focused his attention back on Morelli. "Have you checked all of your known enemies or anyone else who could be interested in seeking revenge against you?"

Morelli was sure he didn't have as many enemies as Ranger probably did, but he had managed to make a few over the years. "Nothing promising on my end."

"Same here," Ranger said before he turned to Lester. "What's the word on the street?"

Lester sat forward, frowning. "People are talking about her being missing, but no one knows anything." He sighed. "We have every available man working their contacts, but so far, no one's seen her since she left the mall."

"What about the tip line?" Ranger had set it up within hours of finding out she was missing. At first, he'd offered $500,000 and then he quickly upped it to $1,000,000. He was hoping to create a buzz and get everyone talking about her. He also didn't add the usual jargon that limited the collection of the reward to only those leads that led to her return. He was willing to pay for any credible leads. He was convinced that kind of money would make anyone talk.

"We've had a constant stream of calls, but so far, none of the tips have panned out." Lester shook his head, angry at the lengths people would go to for a quick buck. "There's also been no one matching her description admitted to any hospital or morgue within a five-hundred-mile radius."

"Widen the search area," Ranger ordered and then turned to Hector. "What have you found?"

"She hasn't logged into any of her bank, credit, or social media accounts." Hector let that sink in for a moment and then continued. "She didn't leave by cab, car rental, ride share, bus, or airport within a hundred-mile radius of Trenton." Hector made sure to gauge Ranger's reaction to his next words. "Her passport was in her apartment and the last time it was stamped was when she re-entered the U.S. from Cuba on December 20." It was quick, but Hector caught the micro expression of shock that flashed across Ranger's face.

It took a lot to shock Ranger these days, but Hector had managed to do it. He was aware that Stephanie had gone out of town with Morelli a few days before Christmas, but he hadn't known they'd gone to Cuba. Ranger's heritage was important to him and knowing she'd visited his ancestral homeland with Morelli and experienced his culture felt like a betrayal. Unfair as it was, that was how he felt.

It was true what Morelli had told Steph. He really had dreamed of diving off the coast of Cuba, but he would also be lying if he said he hadn't taken perverse pleasure in proposing to Stephanie in the equivalent of Ranger's backyard. He held in his smile while he gave Ranger a moment to digest this news and then he spoke. "I didn't detect anyone tailing us or paying us any undue attention while we were there."

Ranger heard Morelli speaking, but he couldn't look at him. If he did, he might come across the table and squeeze the life out of him. Falling back on his training, he got his head back in the game. "Widen the net," he told Hector. "Make it a five-hundred-mile radius, and if you don't find anything, keep expanding." He stood up from the table, giving each man a hard look that demanded results. They all knew that time was working against them, and each minute without results was another strike against them. Morelli left first, escorted by Hal, and the rest of the men followed.

Exactly one hour after Morelli made the call to his captain, Ranger pulled his Porsche up to the curb in front of the Plum's house and he and Tank got out. Lester and Hector pulled in behind them and Bobby and Vince parked behind them. Mrs. Plum's car and Mr. Plums cab, along with Morelli's SUV, and a black government issued SUV were already parked in the driveway.

A man and a woman, around Ranger's age were just exiting the black SUV as Ranger and Tank started up the driveway. They both wore the requisite dark suits indicating they were the federal agents. The male agent took in Ranger and Tank, immediately tagging Ranger as the one in charge. He closed the distance with his hand out. "I'm Special Agent Barry Hobbs." Ranger gripped the shorter man's baby soft palm in his own firm grip as he took him in from head to toe. His sandy blonde hair was clipped close to his head, spiking up in a trendy style, but it was his cocky swagger that established him, in Ranger's opinion, as a 'Pretty Boy.'

The woman beside Agent Hobbs smiled warmly, with all the beauty of the classic girl next door. "Special Agent Piper Kinkade." She stepped forward, golden blonde hair brushing her shoulders, and gave his hand a firm shake. "And you must be Mr. Manoso." He appreciated that she made eye contact with him instead of blatantly assessing his body with the intent of eliciting a sexual reaction from him like most women did. That said a lot about her character, and he decided having the feds on the team might not be a waste of time after all.

After the introductions were over, Ranger led the way to the Plum's front porch where Morelli stood holding the screen door open for everyone to file inside. They were ushered straight into the dining room where Helen had the contents of her purse strewn out on the dining room table. Frank rose from his chair, holding his hand out as he addressed the agents. "Thank you for coming. I'm Frank and this is my wife Helen. We're Stephanie's parents."

"I'm sorry we have to meet under these circumstances," Agent Kinkade said as she introduced herself and Agent Hobbs to the Plum's and shook their hands.

Frank took his seat at the head of the table with Morelli on his right, and Helen and the two agents on his left. Ranger and the rest of the Rangemen chose to stand. Before anyone else could speak, Frank divulged a piece of information that would leave everyone in the room stunned. "My wife thinks she may have met the man who abducted Stephanie."

As if in unison, everyone seemed to draw back in surprise. Ranger had been standing with his arms crossed, thinking this meeting was simply a formality and wouldn't yield any new leads. He'd personally interviewed Stephanie's parents and they didn't know anything. After hearing this revelation, he stepped forward, leaning toward Mrs. Plum. "Explain!" he barked.

Helen's eyes widened in alarm and she gasped. She automatically slid closer to Frank and he put his hand on her knee to ease her distress while giving Ranger a disapproving look. Ranger hadn't meant to come across as harsh as he did but hearing Stephanie's own mother say she'd had information all along that could have saved her and she hadn't reported it, sent his anger into overdrive.

"My wife only just now made the connection." Frank tried to smooth everyone's ruffled feathers. "And there's a chance she could be wrong."

After hearing their explanation, Ranger relaxed his rigid stance and stepped closer to the Helen, softening his voice. "Start from the beginning and tell me everything you know. Don't leave anything out."

Agent Hobbs scowled at this Manoso character's impudence. How dare he try to insert himself as the lead of his investigation. He'd heard rumors of how Manoso skirted the law and was basically a gun for hire, but this was his first time he'd had any dealings with the man himself. It looked like it was up to him to set Manoso straight on how things were done when HE ran an investigation. Helen was so caught up in Ranger's magnetic gaze that she physically jumped when Agent Hobbs turned in his seat and placed his hand on her shoulder, addressing her. "Mrs. Plum." He smiled benevolently as she turned her focus from Ranger to him. "Can I call you Helen?"

She nodded, wide eyed, and scared, completely taken in by his charm. Ranger was struck by how slick this guy was. Every instinct told him something was off about the agent, but he couldn't put his finger on anything specific. He only knew that if Hobbs didn't learn his place in the pecking order, he was going to sideline him permanently.

Agent Hobbs wasn't letting any grass grow under his feet. With all the authority he could muster, he asserted himself as the leader. "Let's take this one step at a time, shall we?" He took Helen's hand in his, keeping his pearly whites on display. "Now, why don't you tell me about the last time you talked to your daughter?"

"I… ," she stammered, drawing a complete blank. Everyone wanted all this information from her and right now, she was so flustered she wasn't sure which end was up. "I already told the police everything about that."

Ranger nearly groaned at Agent Hobbs incompetence. He wasn't interested in covering old ground, at least not right now. What he wanted to know was why Mrs. Plum believed she met the man who abducted Stephanie. He crouched beside her, gathered his mental fortitude, and tried to refocus Helen on this new information. "Let's focus on your encounter with this man. Tell me everything you remember."

Helen pulled her hand out of Agent Hobbs' grasp and gave Ranger a nod, indicating she was going to do the best she could. "It was a few days before Christmas. I was at Giovincini's Deli when he approached me." She paused, letting her eyes become unfocused as if replaying the event in her mind. "He called me by name, like he knew me, and when I didn't immediately act as though I remembered him, he seemed to be insulted. Before I could ask for his name, he introduced himself as Darren Santori. At the time, I chalked it up to my faulty memory, but now I'm sure I've never heard the name before."

A beeping noise interrupted Helen's story, and everyone's attention swiveled in the direction of the sound. Morelli grimaced, annoyed that the interruption was coming from his own phone. He pulled it out of his back pocket and glanced at the readout, quickly declining the call. "Sorry," he said, and everyone focused back on Mrs. Plum.

"The man said he'd gone to high school with Stephanie," Helen continued. "He asked what she'd been up to these last few years and if I thought she'd want to get to together to reminisce." She lowered her head, shoulders shaking in silent sobs. "I told him that Stephanie was out of town with Joseph." Agent Kinkade pulled her chair closer, placing her hand over Helen's in an attempt to calm her. "He seemed like a nice boy," Helen wailed. "I… I didn't think I was doing anything wrong telling him Stephanie was out of town."

Everyone sensed that Agent Kinkade was handling Helen's emotional turmoil much better than they could, so they were glad when she took over the questioning. "Can you tell us what he looked like?"

Helen's eyes became unfocused as she sifted through her memory. "He was white," she said. "And I remember thinking he might be on his lunch break because he was wearing an expensive looking suit and watch. He said he'd been working out of town for the last few years and decided to come back home. I guess, he seemed lonely, I… " She looked at Frank, and then buried her face in her hands, shoulders slumped. "I invited him to dinner," she sobbed.

Frank barely resisted the urge to yell at his wife for her latest attempt to get Stephanie married off. After the last bozo she'd invited to dinner, Stephanie had threatened to stop coming anymore if she couldn't be sure she wasn't being set up on a date. Helen hadn't liked it, but she agreed to lay off. He was going to have to have another talk with her, but then he realized if Stephanie was never found, there wouldn't be a point in having a talk at all. That sent him into a panic and the pain in his chest grew worse. It was something that had been happening every now and then, but he was afraid to get it checked out. Helen looked up at him with eyes full of tears. "I know I promised her I wouldn't set her up on anymore dates, not after that Dave Brewer character, but this young man seemed so nice."

The pain in Frank's chest eased off and he rubbed Helen's shoulder. "We'll talk about it later."

Ranger didn't want to waste time soothing Mrs. Plum's nerves. He needed answers and he needed them now. "Were you able to see what kind of car he drove?"

Helen sniffed and shook her head.

"I'm confused." Agent Hobbs inserted himself back into the conversation. "Why were you trying to set your daughter up on dates?" He looked back and forth between Ranger and Morelli, adopting a look of innocence. "Doesn't she already have two boyfriends?"

Several things happened at once, least of which was the masculine growls that erupted from various spots around the room. Ranger and Hector each stepped closer, holding their bodies rigid, daring Hobbs to say just one more word, and at the same time, Morelli rose from his chair, placing his palms on the table, glaring daggers at the man.

Helen ignored the flaring testosterone in the room as she turned to Agent Kinkade, hoping another female would be more supportive. "Right before he left, he gave me his number, but I got busy with the holidays… and then my baby was gone." She sobbed into the agent's shoulder for a few minutes and then pulled away to pick up a tissue from the contents of her purse still strewn on the table. After she blew her nose, she said, "I didn't think about him again until I was going through my purse today, changing it over to the one my granddaughter gave me for Christmas. That's when I found his number." She pointed at the ratty envelope lying on the table.

As Agent Hobbs pulled an evidence bag from his suit pocket, Morelli's phone beeped again. This time, the only one who bothered to glance Morelli's way was Hector and he didn't miss the flash of annoyance that crossed Morelli's face as he looked at the read out on his phone. Instead of ignoring the call like last time, he switched his phone off. Interesting, Hector thought.

Before Agent Hobbs bagged the envelope, Ranger was able to read the phone number and commit it to memory. "We'll run this for prints," Agent Hobbs said in an impersonal tone, completely unaffected by Helen's grief. "But nothing you've said has convinced me the man you talked with in the deli is responsible for kidnapping your daughter, if she was even kidnapped, which is still to be determined."

Everyone in the room looked at Agent Hobbs as if he was too dumb to get in out of the rain. Of course, Stephanie was kidnapped, and they were all sure this was the man who'd kidnapped her. Ranger had a sudden thought, afraid that the Plum's might have alerted the kidnapper that they were on to him. "Have either of you called this number?"

"No," Frank assured him. "If this was the man who took her, we didn't want to tip him off."

"You did the right thing," Ranger said, relieved they hadn't screwed up the lead.

Agent Hobbs cleared his throat, making sure he had everyone's attention before he got to his feet, making himself ready to leave. "We'll be in touch if we have any more questions," he said to the Plum's and started for the front door. He expected Agent Kinkade to follow and everyone else to disperse now that he'd concluded the meeting.

Ranger was relieved to see the jack ass go. After the way he spoke about Stephanie, he was lucky to be walking out of here on his own two legs. There was a cell in the basement of Rangeman that would suit Agent Hobbs just fine. Ranger stepped closer to the table, examining the contents of Helen's purse. "Did he touch anything else?"

Helen immediately started shaking her head no, but then she stopped and stared for a moment, the scene playing in her mind. Her eyes widened and she reached out, rummaging amongst the items lying on the table until her fingers landed on an ink pen. "Here," she said, shoving the pen at Ranger like it might hold the address of her daughter. "He borrowed this pen to write his number. You can get his prints from this, can't you?"

Rangers heart started to race, but you wouldn't know it from looking at him. "It's possible," he hedged, not wanting to give her false hope, but having something the man touched without gloves was like receiving a gift.

When Hobbs realized no one was following, he turned back just in time to see Agent Kinkade place an ink pen in an evidence bag. He was insulted that no one had listened to him, but instead of waiting outside like an outcast, he hovered near the doorway of the dining room, impatiently tapping his foot.

"It's been twelve days, Frank, what if we never get her back? What if… what if he's killed her?" Helen sobbed into Frank's chest. "I invited him to dinner, and he might be hurting our little girl right this second. Why?" She wailed louder until she was bordering on hysteria.

Ranger needed her to get it together because he didn't have time to let her indulge in a breakdown. "Mrs. Plum, do you think you could sit with an artist and describe this man?"

"I can try," she said and then hiccupped.

He and Tank shared a look, silently communicating his orders and the big man left the room. While he was gone, Ranger pulled Agent Hobbs' vacated chair closer to Helen, and sat. "Think very hard, Mrs. Plum. What color hair did this man have? How much did he weigh? How tall was he? Anything you can remember will be helpful."

She straightened her back and kept her hands in her lap. "Well, let's see. He had brown hair, curly like Stephanie's, and it was combed back off his face. He was a nice-looking young man—attractive—I guess. He was around Stephanie's age, and he was tall—muscular—you know? Not as big as you." She gestured with her hand to Ranger. "But maybe more like this young man." She pointed to Lester, standing against the wall.

Ranger nodded encouragingly. "Can you remember the exact day and time you were in the deli?"

"Let's see." She looked to the ceiling, remembering. "It was the Wednesday before Christmas. I remember because I had to drop Mother off at the Bingo tournament at the VFW." She looked at Morelli. "You and Stephanie were out of town."

"That was December 19." Morelli sat forward and turned his phone back on to place a call to the station. "I'll pull every surveillance and traffic camera in the area and see if we can get a visual of this guy."

Ranger gave Hector a barely visible nod, letting him know to use his own abilities to get all available footage from private residences, and business in and around the deli. Just like Tank, Hector didn't need words to communicate Ranger's wishes. If there was a camera pointed anywhere at this guy, he'd find it.

After hearing Helen's interaction with this stranger, it made Morelli question some recent comments made by his neighbor. "This may be a long shot, but I think that man might have been in my house while Stephanie and I were in Cuba."

"What makes you think that?" Ranger asked.

"A couple days ago, I was talking with my neighbor, Mr. Gorvich. He made a comment that I didn't understand at the time. He said my cousin Mooch looked a lot healthier since he'd lost so much weight."

"And—" Ranger said, wanting him to get on with it.

"And Mooch hasn't lost a pound. He's been hovering around two fifty for years." Morelli pulled out his phone and called Mr. Gorvich. He didn't waste any time getting to the point. "The man you saw entering my house, what did he look like?" As Morelli listened, his complexion turned the color of paste, and his eyes grew darker. "Are you sure he used the back door?" Morelli asked.

He ended the call with his neighbor and placed another. "Mooch, while I was away on assignment and you came by to feed Bob, did you ever enter or exit through the back door?" Morelli paused to listen to his answer. "I know you don't have a key to the backdoor," he said. "Thanks man."

He disconnected the call and looked from Ranger to Hector. "Mr. Gorvich observed a man wearing a blue ball cap, jeans, and dark hoodie, entering my home through the back door. Mooch always uses the front because he doesn't have a key to the backdoor."

Ranger was buzzing with excitement. In less than an hour, they had two credible leads to follow. "Do you have any surveillance on your house?" Ranger asked Morelli. He was sure he didn't, but he could have installed something recently.

"No, but Mr. Gorvich and Mrs. Lukach do. We may be able to pick Stephanie's abductor up on those."

Ranger focused back on Helen. "You said this guy was asking questions about Stephanie?" She nodded. "What sort of questions did he ask?"

"He asked if she was married and I told him no. Then when I told him she was out of town, he asked if she was away on business." Her eyes moved from Ranger to Morelli, and then as if a light bulb went off in her head, she gasped, and her mouth fell open in horror as she turned to her husband. "Now that I think about it, he was fishing for information. I'm sure of it. She was gone and he didn't know where she went. He was using me to find her so he could hurt our little girl, Frank." She broke down into a sobbing mess.

Both Morelli and Frank were doing their best to console Helen, but it wasn't working. Suddenly, she swatted Morelli's hands off her, and lashed out. "Why couldn't you just marry her? If you had, she'd be safe." Morelli had a blank face to rival Ranger's, but his guilt was hard to cover. Ranger knew how it felt. If he'd offered her something more, she might be safely ensconced in his seventh-floor apartment this very minute. There was plenty of guilt to go around.

A few minutes later, the sketch artist arrived and was able to coax a rendering from Helen. It wasn't heavily detailed; in fact, it could have been just about any male off the street. But it was all they had, and they were going to run with it. The likeness was going to be released to the newspapers and TV news outlets as a person of interest in the abduction of Stephanie Plum. Ranger felt better than he had in days. Today had been productive. It would have been better if Mrs. Plum found the number earlier, but at least now they had leads to follow.

Tank motioned for Lester to follow him out onto the Plum's front porch where he handed him the artist's rendering. "Make copies of this and get them distributed all over town. I want every public building displaying one of these in their front windows and I want to see one of these at every intersection and on every telephone pole ASAP." Tank went back inside, passing Hector in the doorway.

Lester and Hector stood on the porch for a minute looking at the sketch. "That was a productive meeting, hermano (brother)," Lester said. "We now have this sketch, a phone number that may be traceable, possible prints and DNA, and a new point of focus for surveillance footage." He sighed with the weight of the task ahead. "I just hope it's enough to find her before it's too late."

That was Hector's hope as well. If he'd listened closer to Stephanie's suspicions of a stalker and not let her discount them so quickly, he might have been able to prevent her abduction. He looked down at his hands, shaking with rage at the thought of her out there at the mercy of that singao (mother fucker). He clenched his hands into fists, trying to get control of his emotions. His rage gave way to grief when he remembered their last conversation. It was Christmas Eve and he'd come by to pick her up and take her to la casa de su mamá (his Momma's house) for dinner.

Without checking the peep hole or asking who was at the door, Stephanie opened it wide. I wanted to scold her but didn't want to ruin the day by making her angry with me. Instead, I followed her into the kitchen and accepted the beer she offered. Leaning against the counter, I asked, "How was your trip?"

She took a sip and sat at the table, smiling. "My trip was good. We ended up in Cuba; can you believe that?" she laughed.

No. I couldn't believe the cop had the cojones (balls) to take Ranger's woman to his ancestral homeland. He was not going to be happy when he found out about that.

"Joe asked me to marry him," she said, studying me, waiting for my reaction.

I looked down at her finger, afraid it was already a done deal and they were engaged, or worse they had eloped. I was relieved to find it bare. "Did you say yes?"

She shook her head. "I told him I needed to think about it. So, don't tell anyone, please."

We quietly enjoyed each other's presence for a while, but in the back of my mind, one question kept nagging at me. "What about the Boss?"

She sighed heavily. "Ranger and I aren't together, never have been, and according to our conversation yesterday, we never will be."

"He told you he does not want you?" That had to be wrong. I knew the boss was in love with her… everyone knew it, but her.

She shrugged her shoulders like it was no big deal, but I saw the pain she tried to hide. "Ranger knows what he's doing. He made it clear that we don't have a future, and I can't wait around for random booty calls." She rolled her eyes and tried to force a smile to cover her pain.

I didn't like the picture she painted. I would never let anyone treat her like that, not even Ranger.

"Did you hear anything I just said?" Lester punched Hector in the shoulder, yanking him back into the present.

Hector grumbled something that Lester couldn't make out and started walking toward their SUV. As he walked, Hector thought more about Mrs. Plum's revelations. He was encouraged by the new leads, and he was also curious about Morelli's phone calls. Or more accurately, his reactions to them. Hector was great at reading people and his gut was telling him the cop was hiding something. He wouldn't be surprised to find out he was keeping a sidepiece stashed away. The last time he ignored his instincts, Stephanie had been kidnapped. He wasn't going to make that mistake again.

The first thing he did after Stephanie had told him of the cop's proposal was to tag his car with a GPS tracker, but with everything going on, he hadn't had time to analyze his movements. It was time to rectify that. When Angelita comes home, she will need to be surrounded by people she trusts—and right now—Hector didn't trust Detective Morelli.