The police called the incident an attempted carjacking. But Tigo knew better. The Arroyos were not giving up. Getting rid of the Jaguar hadn’t made a difference. Could this be about Xavier? He’d have to think about that angle … Xavier, Delores, and Kariss. He pulled into the strip mall where the crime had taken place and exited his truck. Crime-scene tape roped off the area around Kariss’s Prius while media vans hovered like vultures. Tigo’s attention flew to the dark-haired woman sitting on the curb beside the police car, holding a cloth to her shoulder. Blood stained the left side of her white blouse. An ambulance was parked there, too, but none of the paramedics were working on her. Odd, since she obviously needed medical attention. Xavier stood next to her. Tigo wanted to find out what the two were doing at that location when she was supposed to be driving back home. He saw a reporter push his way past the crime-scene tape to Kariss, and Tigo hurried after him. She didn’t need the media obtaining a statement and flashing her name and face across Houston.
