spell was broken. "Booth said he was going to get me an audience with the great man today, but either Spencer has changed his mind, or he's avoiding me. Which only looks bad for Spencer. Now, I have a question for you. Why isn't Booth on the list?"
When Raul didn't say anything, she said, "Booth is too smart, too cagey, to be anything less than Spencer's consigliere . Is he also perhaps working for you?"
Instead of answering her question, he asked, "What do you think of Spencer Bobbitt as a suspect?"
She rolled her lips under as she wondered why he wasn't willing to answer and decided to leave it, for now. "He's a ruthless and cunning barbarian who has lived by his wits for so long I doubt he'd know human kindness if it hit him in the face. Slimy business practices aside, I can't say yet. He checked me out at his party, and I suppose he'll be offering me that bribe soon. I'll let you know. But as for murdering the girl, I don't have enough information yet."
"No one has spoken to you about the dead girl, or Spencer's interrogation at the police station?"
"Spoken? They're all waiting for me to ask the questions. Astrid, Booth, Spencer and Jeff all know I'm a cop. That leaves Fred McGee, Ida and Wally and Myne , but that's only because I haven't cornered them yet." She wasn't ready to mention her conversation with Ida. She'd talk to Bruce first then see what he could dig up on Wally.
Then he surprised her by asking, "Why did you sail to Mexico alone?"
"You mean why didn't I come with my fiancé?" She momentarily thought about telling the chief inspector about David's grand schemes and political aspirations, but remembered she needed to keep as much of her life private as possible. Besides, he was a married man, no, make that a Mexican-Italian married man, and might think her susceptible to an affair should she appear in the least bit vulnerable.
"Well," she said, "just because I obviously had some time on my hands didn't mean my fiancé would be able to get away from his job."
His hands did a tap dance on the steering wheel. "What does he do that is so important he can't take a vacation with the woman he is about to marry?"
"He's with the district attorney's office."
The car slid into the entrance of her marina hotel. Her mixed feelings about an evening spent with a married policeman were interrupted by the sight of several policemen clustered at the entrance to the hotel. Raul said, "Wait here, please. I will see what this is all about."
Chapter Ten:
Raul got out of his car and Katy watched as he shook off his relaxed demeanor from earlier in the evening, squared his shoulders and marched for the knot of police next to the entrance. At his approach the men gratefully broke rank to include him. Minutes passed, he listened, nodded, then held up a hand and directed first one and then another officer to different points.
He hurried back to the car, got in and started the engine. "I turned off my cell phone, which I should never do, even if I am off duty. I will drop you off on the other side of the hotel away from the curious."
"What's happened?"
He curved the big Mercedes around to a darkened corner of the hotel, parked, and keeping the car idling said, "Please, go now."
It was police business, she knew the drill; still, she felt an almost visceral feeling of despair, even abandonment at this sudden rush to get her out of his car. She gritted her teeth and did as he asked, pulled open the door and got out.
Ducking behind the building, she could hear him put the car in gear and drive away.
Disoriented in the dark alley, she hugged the wall and proceeded to follow it all the way to the marina security fence. The marina, she noticed, was strangely silent under the pale yellow sodium lights. Not one single sailor en route to a late shower, no guards to greet her as they pedaled past on bikes, their radios banging against their knees as they checked dock lines and fenders for damage against the errant
When Raul didn't say anything, she said, "Booth is too smart, too cagey, to be anything less than Spencer's consigliere . Is he also perhaps working for you?"
Instead of answering her question, he asked, "What do you think of Spencer Bobbitt as a suspect?"
She rolled her lips under as she wondered why he wasn't willing to answer and decided to leave it, for now. "He's a ruthless and cunning barbarian who has lived by his wits for so long I doubt he'd know human kindness if it hit him in the face. Slimy business practices aside, I can't say yet. He checked me out at his party, and I suppose he'll be offering me that bribe soon. I'll let you know. But as for murdering the girl, I don't have enough information yet."
"No one has spoken to you about the dead girl, or Spencer's interrogation at the police station?"
"Spoken? They're all waiting for me to ask the questions. Astrid, Booth, Spencer and Jeff all know I'm a cop. That leaves Fred McGee, Ida and Wally and Myne , but that's only because I haven't cornered them yet." She wasn't ready to mention her conversation with Ida. She'd talk to Bruce first then see what he could dig up on Wally.
Then he surprised her by asking, "Why did you sail to Mexico alone?"
"You mean why didn't I come with my fiancé?" She momentarily thought about telling the chief inspector about David's grand schemes and political aspirations, but remembered she needed to keep as much of her life private as possible. Besides, he was a married man, no, make that a Mexican-Italian married man, and might think her susceptible to an affair should she appear in the least bit vulnerable.
"Well," she said, "just because I obviously had some time on my hands didn't mean my fiancé would be able to get away from his job."
His hands did a tap dance on the steering wheel. "What does he do that is so important he can't take a vacation with the woman he is about to marry?"
"He's with the district attorney's office."
The car slid into the entrance of her marina hotel. Her mixed feelings about an evening spent with a married policeman were interrupted by the sight of several policemen clustered at the entrance to the hotel. Raul said, "Wait here, please. I will see what this is all about."
Chapter Ten:
Raul got out of his car and Katy watched as he shook off his relaxed demeanor from earlier in the evening, squared his shoulders and marched for the knot of police next to the entrance. At his approach the men gratefully broke rank to include him. Minutes passed, he listened, nodded, then held up a hand and directed first one and then another officer to different points.
He hurried back to the car, got in and started the engine. "I turned off my cell phone, which I should never do, even if I am off duty. I will drop you off on the other side of the hotel away from the curious."
"What's happened?"
He curved the big Mercedes around to a darkened corner of the hotel, parked, and keeping the car idling said, "Please, go now."
It was police business, she knew the drill; still, she felt an almost visceral feeling of despair, even abandonment at this sudden rush to get her out of his car. She gritted her teeth and did as he asked, pulled open the door and got out.
Ducking behind the building, she could hear him put the car in gear and drive away.
Disoriented in the dark alley, she hugged the wall and proceeded to follow it all the way to the marina security fence. The marina, she noticed, was strangely silent under the pale yellow sodium lights. Not one single sailor en route to a late shower, no guards to greet her as they pedaled past on bikes, their radios banging against their knees as they checked dock lines and fenders for damage against the errant
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