I'm sorry, Detectives," Maria apologized, her face flushed, obviously embarrassed about being caught in a lie. "She's right. He's picking up some groceries." She shifted with unease from one foot to the other. "I'm sure you can imagine how many people want to see Mr. Sawyer. I try to guard his privacy."
"Do you still work for Mr. Sawyer?"
"No. But we've remained good friends over the years," she mouthed in a low voice, frequently glancing at the young girl. "Please come inside." She shut the door with her foot.
Maria shot Gabi a dirty look when they walked past her. A nicely appointed home with black lacquered, hand-carved oriental furnishings that were expensive-looking. Oriental area rugs covered the floors. "Please, have a seat in the living room," she gestured with her hand. "This i
