H Is for Homicide

search warrants up the yin-yang. By the time we get there, the whole operation's been shut down and we walk into an empty facility – nothing left on the premises but a tire iron and a Pepsi can."
    "I don't get it. What are you looking for?"
    Lieutenant Santos paused to clear his throat. "Files, records. You follow the paper and it leads right to Raymond. We can pick him up, but by then the evidence has either been moved or destroyed and the DA throws the case out."
    "So it was all for nothing, this raid you talked about?"
    "Not quite. We took out the guy at the top, plus half a dozen other players – couple of attorneys and some MD's, two chiropractors. Raymond just turned around and expanded his piece of the operation. He used the bust to move himself up into the slot we cleared for him. We're going after him again, of course, but we have to track down this snitch first or it's the same story all over. In the meantime, we're trying another angle we think might work. The problem is, since we don't know where the leak is, it's hard to know who we can trust."
    Dolan stirred restlessly, speaking up for the first time since Santos had started filling me in. "As much as I hate to say this, the breach might originate in one of the departments up here. We think that's how Raymond found out Bibianna was in Santa Teresa. She got arrested here a month ago and somebody dimed her out."
    I could feel a quick spark of recollection. "Oh, yeah. I remember now she mentioned that. She's worried sick about Raymond finding her."
    "She's got reason to worry. The man's got serious problems," Santos remarked. "I've seen the results of some of his handiwork."
    "I still don't quite understand why you're telling me this stuff."
    There was a brief silence and then Dolan spoke up. "If we can move you into position with these people, we might have another shot at them."
    I stared at him blankly. "Oh, come on. You're not serious."
    I looked from one to the other, but neither of them said a word. "How do you propose to do that?"
    Dolan smiled with no particular mirth. "You've already done the hard part. You've established a relationship with Bibianna, which is something we can't do."
    "What good is that? I thought you said she was finished with Raymond."
    Dolan shrugged. "But he's not done with her. If Dawna managed to get word through to him, he's probably on his way up. Just stick with Bibianna, especially if he wants to take her back to L.A. with him. We want you on the inside."
    "Wait a minute. I ran into Dawna over at the CF offices. What if she remembers me?"
    "Don't worry about Dawna. We'll keep her out of circulation."
    I ran a hand through my hair, which was so tricked out with hairspray, it felt like a wig. "Oh, man, you guys are really nuts," I said. "I don't know beans about undercover work."
    "We're not asking you to go in there cold…"
    "Oh, that really sets my mind at rest."
    He ignored that. "You'd be thoroughly briefed. We'd have backup in place, somebody who'd know where you were at all times."
    I found myself looking from one to the other. I didn't trust them. I kept thinking there was a missing piece in here somewhere, something they were holding back. "Somehow I'm assuming you've tried it before."
    "Without much luck," Santos said. "In this situation, we think a female could be effective. These guys don't credit women with much intelligence. You'd have some protective coloring despite the fact that you're not Hispanic yourself. Are you interested?"
    "No."
    Dolan put a hand behind his ear as if he hadn't heard right.
    "I'm not going to do it, Lieutenant Dolan. It's been ten years since I was a police officer, and even then, I never did undercover work. Forget it. I'm not trained for that stuff and it's too damn dangerous."
    "Sometimes it's the only option," Santos said.
    "It might be your only option, but it's not mine."
    Santos broke off eye contact. "You're looking at a year of county jail time on this battery. Assaulting a police officer is a felony. We can have your license pulled."
    I stared at him. "So now you're going to threaten me? Oh, great. I love that. Well, guess what? I'm not going to do your dirty work. I don't give a shit about Raymond Maldonado." I could feel the heat flash through my frame. "I hate to be bullied and I don't relish being beaten with a stick as the motivation for my behavior. You want a performance out of me, you better start someplace else."
    Santos apparently intended to pursue the point,