Rico was sitting in the chair flipping his lighter and watching her intently.  He could tell by her body language that she was a little uncomfortable with him sitting in this chair.  He wandered why that was.<br/><br/>He had read everything he could find on her, but everything in her life was closed off after she moved to LA.  He knew where she worked and lived but that was as far as his information went.<br/><br/>When he gave her the information he found it to be a good cover on how upset she had gotten.  Still flipping his lighter enjoying the clicking sound of the lid.<br/><br/><br/>"No, I thought I would drive 1600 miles to tell you a sick joke."  Rico said sarcastically.  Rico looked over the table at her and gave her a stern look.  He was about to say something else when she got up from the table and went over and was packing her things.<br/><br/>Rico internally jumped himself when he caught himself eying her ass as she bent over.  he was trying to figure out what tattoo he was looking at, it looked like a couple of ears that were poking out.<br/><br/>"I know who did it and why, I just need to bring them in."  Rico stated extremely plainly as he watched her ass move.<br/><br/>He opened the front door for her when she was ready to go, "Shall we go downtown, or will you ride with me back to Houston?"  Rico had just watched her pack everything she owned in the duffel bag.<br/><br/>"It will give us a nice long trip and lots of time to convince me you didn't do it."  Rico stated and then let her walk out and closed the door.<br/><br/>After watching her reaction, it didn't seem like she did it, but all the evidence was there to prove that she was.  There had even been a few fingerprints at the scene.  It was a pretty open and shut case.