A DANGEROUS HARBOR by Dahlke RP

Author:Dahlke, RP [Dahlke, RP]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Dead Bear Publishing
Published: 2011-10-31T04:00:00+00:00

At the police station, a harried desk clerk immediately jumped up to escort her to Raul Vignaroli's office. She could hear the familiar rumble of his deep voice coming from down the hallway and it sent her heart into embarrassing flutters. She mentally kicked herself, swallowed and waited.

"Hello," he said, his eyes crinkling in warm welcome. "Are you here to see me, Miss Hunter?"

"Yes, I am," she answered, eyeing the sergeant next to him.

The chief turned, said a few words to the sergeant and then motioned for Katy to follow him. Over his shoulder, he said, "Would you like a cold drink?"

At her nod, he leaned into an open door and spoke sharply at a deputy whose feet were up on the desk, hands folded over his chest. The guy's feet fell off, knocking over a wastebasket. His "Ay, mierda!" followed them down the hall.

The inspector chuckled. "He may appear to have been asleep, but I assure you he's awake now."

The amused crinkles around his eyes lasted until a smartly dressed woman came around a corner and charged at him with the velocity of a single-minded bullet. Ignoring his respectful greeting, she stuck a forefinger in his chest, gave him a few choice words in Spanish, then finished with, "Fuck you, Raul Vignaroli," and marched off.

Katy stared after the woman, "Did that lady just…?"

"Regrettably and in English, too. La Señora Alvarez is part of a very old and very respected Baja family. I went to university with her eldest son. Unfortunately, I had to arrest her youngest son today. He was using one of his father's fishing boats to smuggle marijuana into the States."

He opened a door to a private office and invited her to enter. "I'm not sure if she's incensed because I chose to put her son in jail or because I impounded her husband's newest and most expensive fishing boat. But then I suppose that is why her son used it. It is his father's fastest boat."

"I presume they won't be getting the boat back anytime soon."

"No. It will be sold at auction. The money used to buy the supplies our police department needs. She'll get it back again, at a price she can live with, though I'm not so sure if the son will be returned to her anytime soon."

Here was another point in his favor. The rest of it was yet to be seen. "Your country has a zero tolerance policy for drugs, so why turn a blind eye to Booth's drug use?"

A light tap on the door and the deputy sheepishly set two sweating cans of Coke in front of the inspector.

Raul fussed with the opening tab of his can while he tried to quarry an answer out of the ever-shifting sand of Mexican politics. This was not the time to quarrel over political differences.

"Booth," he said, a sad note entering his voice. "He was dying, you know. Of course you do. I'm sure by now you know much of what I consider expedient methods in which I get my cases solved.

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