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"So how well did you know Matilda?" Will asked Steven Squire, the president of the NBA referee association and Matilda's former boss. Will and Nick had gone to interview Steven early in the morning, hoping they would be back to the station by the time Luther Yale would be there.

"I'm afraid not very well Detective," he told Will. "Patrick had a more active role in her training here."

"So there was nothing going on between you two?" Nick asked. He was doubtful, but Steven was known as a ladies man. He was in his late forties but time had been kind to him. His tanned skin and blonde hair probably didn't hurt when he tried to pick up women either.

"I'm flattered Detective, but Matilda was a happily married women and," he smiled and laughed, "Matilda was a little out of my league."

"Out of your league?" Will asked, a little surprised. "From what I've heard, you don't seem to think you're out of anyone's league."

"Matilda was… different than any woman I've ever met. She saw this world so differently than the rest of us," he told them. "Drive, that's what she was, driven. Nothing was going to stop that woman from getting what she wanted, and I sure as hell wasn't going to try and keep up with her."

"Someone that driven must make some enemies," Nick said. "Anyone she ran over to get where she wanted to be maybe a little angry at her?"

"Since the day she died I've wracked my brain of anyone in this office who may have wanted to hurt her and I can't think of a single person," Steven sighed. "Not one."

"Mr. Squire, we know this office was involved somehow. Patrick confessed on his death bed to helping cover it up," Nick reminded him. "You're trying to tell us one of your employees was involved in another employee's murder and you had no idea all these years?"

"He was shaken up that morning, but so were the rest of us here when we heard she had died," Steven told them. "We didn't even know anything was wrong until we turned on our TV's that morning."

This story didn't sound too far fetched to Nick and Will. Matilda hadn't even been reported missing when a driver had spotted something in a field and had pulled over to investigate. The medical examiner had estimated Matilda had been killed almost as soon as she had gotten off work.

"And you didn't see Matilda leave work that day?" Will asked and Steven shook his head.

"Her cubicle was across the building from my office," he told them. "From what I heard after she died, she had car trouble that morning and had taken a cab to work. Supposedly a cab was supposed to be picking her up."

"The report from the can company said Matilda never got into that cab," Nick said and Steven nodded.

"The cab showed up but Matilda wasn't waiting by the front door. The driver called her cell phone but she never picked up," he told them. "But all anyone here saw was Matilda walk out the front door at eight."

"Did she always work that late?" Will asked. This sounded a little unusual to him because someone with a young child probably wanted to get home as soon as possible.

"It depended if Matthew was at home with Catalina," Steven explained. "Matthew's mom had moved to Philadelphia to help watch the baby, but Matilda said she always wanted one parent home with Catalina."

"So about Patrick, did Matilda spend most of her time with him?" Nick asked.

"For the last three months before she died, yes, that's usually where you could fin her," he said," Shadowing Patrick and trying to learn everything she could."

"Matilda hadn't been working here that long and she was already working with the Vice President. That must have made some of her coworkers upset." Nick said.

"Some," Steven nodded, "But they knew how talented she was and that she deserved where she was. I can't even remember who made comments about her to me, it was that insignificant."

"Matilda never complained about people being jealous?" Will asked.

"Matilda only came to my office once to talk alone," Steven said, "And it wasn't about her coworkers being jealous."

Steven looked up from his paperwork when he heard a light knocking at his office door.

"Mr. Squire?" The door was open, but Matilda was standing awkwardly in front of the threshold. She looked as if she didn't even know where she was supposed to stand.

"You can come in and sit Matilda," he smiled. "Just shut the door behind you."

She did what he asked and she sat in the seat across from his desk. After a few moments of awkward silence, Matilda looked Steven in the eyes and began to speak.

"This may not be my business at all Mr. Squire, I know that, but I still thought you should know," she said.

"If you have any concerns about how this department is running you know you can let me know Matilda," he said. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Again, I'm sure it's nothing at all, it's just… have you seen the new referees that are being trained?" She asked.

"No, I haven't had a chance. Why, do you think there's a problem?" he asked.

"Not a problem really, just something seems off about a few of them," she said. "They're good refs but they have barely being refereeing."

"What do you mean by barely?" Steven asked. Hiring referees to be trained wasn't his job, but he still felt the need to make sure all the ones that were being hired were qualified.

"Two of them were only coaching college basketball for five years," she told him. "You know referees are usually only hired if they've been refereeing for over ten years."

"Well, I'm sure Patrick thought he could make an exception," Steven told here. "Have you talked to him yourself about this?"

"No," she said, looking briefly to the floor. "I didn't want him to think I thought he was bad at his job, but I just felt I should tell someone about this. Something isn't right Mr. Squire, you have to believe me."

"I'm sure it's nothing Matilda, but I'll talk to Patrick anyway," he told her. "I won't tell him it was you who brought it up, so you won't have anything bad to feel about."

"And was it nothing?" Will asked.

"Look Detective, I understood why Matilda was a little nervous," Steven said. "We had just dealt with the scandal of referees betting on their own games. She was just looking out for the game, that's all."

"What did Patrick say when you asked him about those two referees," Nick asked.

"The same thing I had told Matilda. That usually referees are hired after ten years of experience, but sometimes exceptions are made," he said. "As far as I know, Matilda never mentioned any of her concerns to Patrick."

"Thank you Mr. Squire, you've been a lot of help," Will told him as he stood to shake his hand. "We'll be in contact if we have any more questions for you."

"Of course Detective," he said as he shook Nick's hand. "I want to help her anyway I can."

"Well, that was Kat," Nick told Will as the drove back to the station. "Yale already came by for his interview."

"Damn," Will muttered. "Another missed opportunity to meet a great."

"Just be thankful he didn't say anything to make Kat think he's a murder," Nick said.

"Did Kat mention what he did have to say?" Will asked. If anyone could tell them if Matilda had an enemy, it very well could be Luther.

"Yeah, that Matilda had been planning on confronting her grandfather about an assistant coaching job," Nick said.

"Now that's surprising," Will told him. "Henry never mentioned a confrontation when I interviewed him."

"Well, you'll have a chance to ask him about it this afternoon," Nick told him. "Kat asked Henry to come to the station so you could interview him again."

"Wonderful," Will sighed. "Accusing people of murdering their grandchildren never gets old."