officer getting out of the black-and-white added her scowl to theirs.
“Lady,” Vince said to Sheila, “I don’t know what your game is, but I have a good mind to arrest you right here and now and let you do your explaining in custody.”
“Arrest me?” Sheila’s smugness dimmed a bit.
“Let’s start with trespassing-”
“The gate was open!”
Vince looked to Anna.
“That’s true,” she said.
“You changing the way your SAR group operates, Anna?” he asked.
Her cheeks reddened slightly. “No, but-”
“So you think it’s okay to search a crime scene in LPPD jurisdiction without mentioning it to us?”
“What’s more important,” Sheila interrupted, “helping a family find the remains of a missing person, or bolstering Ben Sheridan’s fragile male ego?”
There were outbursts from several quarters at that. If I hadn’t been there on the job, I would have objected, too, but under the circumstances, I had to keep quiet. Ben didn’t speak up in his own defense, but Anna didn’t speak up, either. I felt my temper rising.
“All right, all right,” Vince was saying, taking control of the conversation again. “Exactly what happened during your unauthorized search within a fenced-in area surrounded by signs that say Keep Out, No Public Access, and Authorized Personnel Only?”
“I asked Anna to accompany me. I wanted someone who has credibility with the local group-with Las Piernas SAR Dogs-and with your department to witness the search and confirm any find. Anna is the president of that organization, and she graciously agreed to drive over here with us and to bring one of her own dogs.” She nodded toward the dogs in the Suburban.
“Anna watched as Altair and I went to work,” Sheila went on. “We weren’t searching for very long before Altair alerted. I’ve placed a marker where Altair found these.”
She handed a small plastic bag to the detective.
Caleb groaned. “You removed possible evidence! Didn’t any of your other cadaver dog groups teach you not to do that?”
She glowered at him but turned when Mark asked, “What is it you found?”
“Teeth,” she said solemnly. “I bagged them because I didn’t want to lose them,” she added with a significant look at Caleb. “There are bound to be more remains! All I’m asking is that you allow us to search again tomorrow. Anna has asked me to be part of the Las Piernas SAR team.” This time, her look was one of pure triumph and was aimed toward Ben. It missed its mark-he was looking down at his feet.
For a moment there was silence.
“Lady,” Vince said, “I don’t care if you found the pope’s kneecaps out here and he agreed to make you a saint out of gratitude. I’m still considering taking you in.” He turned to Ben. “Ben, can you bring Bingle and some of the other dogs and people on the local team out here tomorrow?”
Sheila started to squeal a protest, but Vince held up a hand. He turned to the patrol officer. “Officer, if she interrupts me one more time, place her under arrest.”
He turned back to Ben.
Ben said, “Sure, I’ll search with Bingle, but I’m not going to bring anyone from the local team.” He looked up at Anna. “As of now, I’m no longer with Las Piernas SAR Dogs.”
“Ben, no!” Anna protested. “Ben, let’s talk this over.”
He shook his head.
Reed, always the quieter of the two detectives, spoke up. “Anna, did things happen here the way Ms. Dolson said they did?”
“Yes. I’m sorry I didn’t call you first. I should have. But-but isn’t the most important thing that we found evidence?”
“I don’t know that you did,” Reed said.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, Ms. Dolson here is not a forensic odontologist, forensic anthropologist, forensic pathologist, or a dentist, is she?”
“No, but-”
“And while maybe some guy on TV can get DNA out of anything and get results in twenty minutes, that TV show probably gets more funding for an episode than our lab gets for an annual budget for DNA.”
“But if DNA can be extracted from the teeth, and it does match a missing person’s DNA-”
“Then I’m not sure the district attorney is going to like how it came into our possession. When Ben and Caleb were doing their work here today, it was in a completely controlled and documented manner, by people with credentials and expertise. You and Ben are obviously having some kind of trouble, and I’m sorry for that, but it doesn’t have anything to with what I’m saying to you right now.”
Although she blushed again, after a moment she lifted her chin and said, “I know Ben is good at what he does. He just doesn’t always acknowledge that some other people are good at what they do. He has a blind spot where Sheila’s concerned.”
“Ms. Dolson is new to the area,” Reed said. “Didn’t you add her to your search team a little quickly?”
“Not at all,” Anna said. “She has established credentials in this work. And I’ve never seen a better search dog than Altair. They could do so much-”
“Yeah, well, they’ve done more than enough, as far as I’m concerned,” Vince said. “And if you ask me, the problems we have with you folks always seems to come from the two-legged animals, however talented the four- legged ones might be. Sounds as if your group might need a refresher on protocols. I’ll let you go tonight, but I’m going to have to let my department know what happened here. In the future, I hope you’ll give us a call before you even think about going near a crime scene. I suggest you seriously think about calling us before you call the newspaper. That looks bad, Anna.”
“Anna has an excellent record of helping your department,” Ben said quietly.
She still looked upset-maybe even more upset that he had defended her.
“Anna,” I asked, “did Rascal do any searching here?”
“No,” she said, “no, he didn’t.” Her voice was unsteady, but then she took a deep breath and went on, holding her head up, looking me in the eye for a change. “I had him on a lead, and we stayed here and observed. I walked him around a little, but not up on the slope. It’s one hundred percent Altair’s find. I’ll just keep hoping that people will look past one error in judgment and think about what this might mean to a family somewhere. Let’s go, Sheila.”
When they reached the Suburban, Sheila Dolson yelled, “Mr. Baker! Please call me!” before slamming the passenger door shut. Vince told the patrol officer to make sure they left the grounds and stayed out. “And while you’re at it, find out what the hell happened to the lock on the gate.”
He walked over to the Crown Vic and turned on a spotlight, aiming it toward the slope. The sun hadn’t set yet, but the clouds were gradually starting to move in again. Without saying a word to each other, Vince and Reed grabbed a couple of flashlights and walked up to where the marker was placed. The detectives conferred briefly, then pulled Mark into the discussion, asking him about when we were notified by Sheila and so on. I was left standing next to Ben and Caleb.
“Are you okay?” I asked Ben. “Being around Anna can’t be easy.”
He shook his head but said, “I’ll get there. I’m not used to the idea yet, although I can’t say I didn’t see it coming,”
“Leaving you a note-that was just chickenshit,” Caleb said.
“She broke up with you with a note? Jesus, Ben…”
He shrugged. “Maybe it was the only way she could tell me. I don’t know.”
“She’s moved out?”
“Yes, today. I had to leave to come out here this morning while she was packing up the last of her things.” He paused. “What time for dinner tomorrow?” he asked, obviously wanting to change the subject.
“Let’s make it around seven. Caleb, are you allergic to anything, on a special diet, or do you just plain hate any foods?”
