began tapping her foot, Slater reached over and placed one large hand on her knee. His slow smile made her laugh.
It was at that moment, out of the corner of her eye, that she saw Rafe Hashemi descend on the escalator, an overnight bag in hand, what looked like a laptop case over one shoulder, and a garment bag over the other. Bella absorbed the hard look of him while he was as yet unaware of her. The moment he spied her, he pulled sunglasses on and headed straight her way.
Rafe saw at once that Torres wasn't alone. He hesitated a few feet away to observe her and the man she was with. Broad-shouldered and an inch or two shorter than Rafe, he stood up with Isabella, his hand cupped around her elbow.
Good looking, in an outdoorsy sort of way. Sunglasses hid the man's eyes, but Rafe detected the hardened assurance of law enforcement in his bearing. A cop, then.
'Agent Hashemi, this is Ben Slater, Bigler County Sheriff.'
They exchanged handshakes, warily summing each other up.
'Good flight, Agent Hashemi?' Slater asked.
'A slight delay,' he smiled. 'Security didn't like me bringing my weapon.'
Isabella gaped at him. 'You brought a gun on an airplane?'
Slater and Rafe exchanged glances, and a moment of camaraderie passed between them.
Slater laughed. 'It's a guy thing, Bella.'
A puzzled look crossed her face, which the two men ignored as they turned toward the automatic double doors and walked out into the pleasant California sunshine. They were silent as they crossed the street to the space where the sheriff had left his car, a classic convertible in a shade of baby blue that seemed out of character for the hardened officer.
He tossed the keys to Torres and she grinned widely. 'You trust me with the baby?'
'Don't let me think about it too hard,' Slater warned.
She laughed and slipped into the driver's seat, while Slater and Rafe stored the luggage in the trunk. As soon as she'd negotiated the parking lot exit and pulled onto Interstate 80 heading northeast toward Reno, Slater got down to business and explained the discovery of the dead body and the heroin overdose.
'You think the heroin was China White?' Rafe asked.
'It was too pure and we haven't seen that grade around here before. Never.' Slater scratched his head and turned in the passenger seat to look at Rafe seated in the back.
From his position Rafe could see Isabella's eyes in the rear-view mirror. She tracked him during the entire conversation, her large brown eyes luminous. Their gazes met for a moment and she looked away quickly. Why the wariness? What did this cop mean to her?
'Hard to imagine where that quality dope could've come from,' Slater continued. 'We get a lot of the black tar heroin, but nothing as pure as this stuff.'
'Any I.D. on the body?' Rafe asked.
'Nope. Waiting for DMV records and fingerprint hits through AFIS.'
Rafe leaned his head back on the seat and closed his eyes. God, he was tired. Nearly forty-eight hours straight and he'd hardly slept.
He barely dozed off when the wailing musical tones of what sounded remarkably like a Willie Nelson tune startled him awake. Sheriff Slater reached into his pocket for his cell phone and flipped it open. He listened for a few minutes with no response other than a few grunts.
'What's happening?' Torres asked Slater in a familiar tone that made Rafe think she and the sheriff were longtime friends.
'DMV records on the dead body.'
Rafe leaned forward, his interest piqued.
'A Hollywood actor, twenty-five,' Slater said, 'name of Jacob Foster. Ever heard of him?'
'Nope,' Rafe said, looking at Torres. 'Are we supposed to know him?'
'He's a new star on that daytime soap,' she supplied, 'called 'The Heart and the Heartless.''
The look Slater gave her was comical. 'You're kidding, right?'
Isabella laughed. 'You've never heard of the show?'
Slater reached over and tousled her hair. 'Why the hell would I have heard of it, Bella?'
'I've never heard of it either,' Rafe added.
'What a pair of Neanderthals. Jake Foster is the newest hottie on the 'tween scene.'
'Humph, that explains it,' Slater grumbled.
'The important question,' Rafe interjected, 'is why a well-known Hollywood star is lying naked and dead in your county?'
The words had a sobering effect, and Slater and Isabella exchanged a meaningful glance. Slater unloosened his seat belt and turned fully around so he could look Rafe straight in the eye.
'And you're gonna help us find the answer to that question, right Agent Hashemi?'
Rafe had a feeling he wouldn't like to go toe to toe with Sheriff Slater. Should it come to that, the sheriff would be a formidable opponent.
Slater, Rafe, and Bella joined Dr. McKenzie, the coroner, in the basement of the Sutter Memorial Hospital which housed the Bigler County Morgue. The medical examiner pulled out the metal drawer which held the body of Jacob Foster and pulled the sheet down to his waist.
In death Jacob Foster, budding movie star, wasn't as pretty as on daytime television. Bella stared at the putty- like, sallow flesh of his face and neck. The Y-shape of the autopsy incision slashed crudely through his torso. The pathetic body of this young man contrasted sharply with the ebullient, lively actor Bella remembered from the small screen.
'The toxicology report is on your desk, Sheriff,' McKenzie said. 'But the lab confirmed a lethal dosage of a 97% pure quality of heroin in the bloodstream.'
'Addicts think they're taking a lower quality and unintentionally overdose,' Rafe speculated.
'But where'd he get it?' Slater asked. 'You can't find high-grade heroin around here. Our local addicts prefer meth. It's cheaper and easy to make.' He rubbed his five-o'clock shadow. 'There's been no word on the street about this stuff.'
Bella shifted her feet restlessly. She knew the drug connection was important and Slater had to follow up on it, but she didn't want to lose focus on the human trafficking problem.
'Let's go back to my office and talk,' she suggested, turning away from the empty body. 'We need to tie Foster's death to Diego Vargas.'
Both Slater and Rafe stared at her like she was crazy, but she spun on her heel and walked to the elevator leading up to the hospital lobby. They hastened after her, catching the elevator doors as they were closing.
Slater spoke first. 'Let's take Agent Hashemi to his motel room, and then we can get together and talk about the case.'
Bella looked to Rafe for his opinion, and when he nodded, her fervor died down. They were right. She had a bad habit of rushing into situations without first thinking through the consequences. She slanted a glance at Rafe as the elevator rose to the first level. When would she learn?
Slater dropped Rafe off at the Wiltshire Extended Motel just off Interstate 80 and gave him directions to the courthouse. They agreed to meet at 4:00 in Bella's office on the second floor. They wouldn't be interrupted because Charles Barrington would have left by then.
The district attorney never stayed past four. He pretended he was out and about on county court business, but Bella knew he was just cutting his workday short.
Slater and Bella decided to have a late lunch in the interim, and after leaving Hashemi at the Wiltshire, they drove to a local Chinese restaurant in Placer Hills near the courthouse where she often ate with Slater and his girlfriend Dr. Kate Myers. This week Kate was in D.C. at a forensic science conference where she was the guest speaker.
After ordering – walnut prawns for her, explosion beef for Slater – Bella sipped on her fully-loaded Pepsi and
