We headed to the east side, where Dalia’s was located. Renz found street parking, and although it was getting close to their suppertime rush, we needed to talk to at least a few of Tamara’s closest employees.
We entered the restaurant, and a smiling hostess asked our names. Renz explained that we didn’t have reservations but needed to speak with whoever was filling in for Tamara Kent. He discreetly showed the hostess his badge.
She looked around then pointed at a young man who had stepped behind the bar. “That’s Derrick, and he has the most seniority. He was Tamara’s second in command, so he would be the person to talk to.”
We thanked her, approached Derrick, and asked to speak with him privately. He led the way to the manager’s office and pointed at the set of guest chairs that faced the desk. “Please, Agents, have a seat and tell me what I can do to help. We’ve all been interviewed by the police already.”
“We’re aware of that and don’t intend to ask the same questions. We know you’re doing your best, and I promise we won’t take up too much of your time.”
“Appreciate it.”
“Did Tamara ever mention feeling like she was in danger, not because of anything she had done but due to her father’s position in the city?”
“Because he’s the mayor?”
“Yes, exactly.”
We waited as Derrick thought. After twenty seconds or so, he answered. “I don’t think she ever worried about being in personal danger, but she had mentioned on several occasions that her mom seemed stressed.”
“Did she say why?” I asked.
Derrick scratched his cheek. “No, but it had something to do with her dad. I don’t know if she meant in a personal way or in a work capacity, though.”
“Okay, anything else?”
“Not really. If her dad was in trouble, there’s no way Tamara would have told anyone why. It could have leaked out. She seemed protective of her family’s privacy, maybe because they’re a big name in the city.”
I looked at Renz. “Anything else you want to ask?”
He nodded. “Was anyone bothering Tamara here at work?”
“Not that I’ve ever noticed.” He looked down and shook his head. “I don’t know the details, only that she met with foul play, but it’s a real shame. Tamara was a stand-up lady through and through. From what I’ve heard, her folks are taking her death really hard.”
I gave Derrick one of my cards, then we thanked him and left. There was no reason to ask the employees the same questions the police had, and we were pretty sure Tamara’s murder had nothing to do with her.
“Want to head back and start digging into the mayor’s background?” Renz asked.
“Yep. I’m all for finding out whatever it is they’re keeping secret.”