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that we got her name. I found her badge in the glove compartment and figured, hey—what’s it hurt to give ’em a call?”
Jeffrey skipped over the fact that the sheriff had waited until daylight to search the parking lot. “She wasn’t carrying any ID on her?”
“No, sir. Didn’t find anything on her except a tube of ChapStick—the license was in the Celica and the badge was in the glove box like I told you. Nothing else in her pockets, nothing hidden in her…” His voice trailed off, and he blushed as he finished, “places.”
“No weapon?” In addition to her Glock, Lena sometimes carried a large folding knife in her back pocket, but Jeffrey wasn’t going to share that with the sheriff right now.
“No, sir. No weapons of any kind.”
“Was anyone else injured or on the scene?”
“Nope. Just the victim in the Caddy and her on the bleachers.”
“Did she have gasoline on her? Any kind of accelerant on her shoes or clothes?”
“Nope. But the gasoline can was empty.”
“Did she have matches or a lighter?”
“Nothing except the ChapStick, and I cranked it all the way up to make sure what it was and it was ChapStick all the way through.”
“Were her fingerprints on the gas can?”
“Can’t really tell. It’s an old can—lots of rust. We sent it to the GBI lab in Macon, but I can guess you’re familiar with their time frame.”
Jeffrey nodded. Unless a case had high priority, the lab probably wouldn’t have time to process the gas can for at least six months.
He tried to be polite with his next question. “No offense, but what did you charge her with?”
“Not much,” Valentine admitted. “I’m gonna shoot straight with you, Chief, what with us both being on the job and all. We don’t have a lot on her, but I think you’ll agree the circumstances are pretty suspicious, plus with her not helping us out by answering any questions.”
Jeffrey had to admit that with a noncompliant person found at the scene of a homicide, he probably would have done the same thing. He repeated, “What did you charge her with?”
Valentine had the grace to look embarrassed as he counted off on his fingers, “Obstruction of justice. Impeding an investigation. Failure to produce identification when asked.”
Jeffrey nodded again. He could see Lena doing all of that. Hell, he couldn’t count on his own hands the number of times she’d impeded investigations back in Grant County—and those had been cases she was working on.
He asked, “Has she been arraigned?”
“The judge came over to the hospital this morning.”
Jeffrey did a quick count of the money he had in his checking account. His paycheck wasn’t due for another week. He would have to wait for the bank to open in the morning so that he could move the money from his savings and take out the cash from an ATM machine. He asked, “Where do I post bail?”
“Bail was denied.”
Jeffrey tried to hide his shock, but then he figured out very quickly how this had probably worked. The sheriff was new to the job, but he’d managed to get a judge in his pocket. Still, Jeffrey tried to make the man see logic. “You think she’s a flight risk? She was born here. She has ties to the community. She’s been a distinguished officer on my force for over a decade.”
“I understand that.”
“You can’t put a cop in jail. They’ll tear her to pieces.”
“She’s not in the jail,” Valentine reminded Jeffrey. “She’s in the hospital.”
“All I can tell you is you better have a damn good reason why you’re keeping her in custody.” Jeffrey could play this game, too. He’d been on the job a lot longer than Jake Valentine. Fuck the local yokels. Jeffrey had
state
judges in his pocket.
Apparently, Valentine wasn’t as stupid as he looked. “I had nothing to do with that, Chief. I’ll swear on a stack of Bibles. Not my fault she wouldn’t plead.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means what I said before. Your
Jeffrey skipped over the fact that the sheriff had waited until daylight to search the parking lot. “She wasn’t carrying any ID on her?”
“No, sir. Didn’t find anything on her except a tube of ChapStick—the license was in the Celica and the badge was in the glove box like I told you. Nothing else in her pockets, nothing hidden in her…” His voice trailed off, and he blushed as he finished, “places.”
“No weapon?” In addition to her Glock, Lena sometimes carried a large folding knife in her back pocket, but Jeffrey wasn’t going to share that with the sheriff right now.
“No, sir. No weapons of any kind.”
“Was anyone else injured or on the scene?”
“Nope. Just the victim in the Caddy and her on the bleachers.”
“Did she have gasoline on her? Any kind of accelerant on her shoes or clothes?”
“Nope. But the gasoline can was empty.”
“Did she have matches or a lighter?”
“Nothing except the ChapStick, and I cranked it all the way up to make sure what it was and it was ChapStick all the way through.”
“Were her fingerprints on the gas can?”
“Can’t really tell. It’s an old can—lots of rust. We sent it to the GBI lab in Macon, but I can guess you’re familiar with their time frame.”
Jeffrey nodded. Unless a case had high priority, the lab probably wouldn’t have time to process the gas can for at least six months.
He tried to be polite with his next question. “No offense, but what did you charge her with?”
“Not much,” Valentine admitted. “I’m gonna shoot straight with you, Chief, what with us both being on the job and all. We don’t have a lot on her, but I think you’ll agree the circumstances are pretty suspicious, plus with her not helping us out by answering any questions.”
Jeffrey had to admit that with a noncompliant person found at the scene of a homicide, he probably would have done the same thing. He repeated, “What did you charge her with?”
Valentine had the grace to look embarrassed as he counted off on his fingers, “Obstruction of justice. Impeding an investigation. Failure to produce identification when asked.”
Jeffrey nodded again. He could see Lena doing all of that. Hell, he couldn’t count on his own hands the number of times she’d impeded investigations back in Grant County—and those had been cases she was working on.
He asked, “Has she been arraigned?”
“The judge came over to the hospital this morning.”
Jeffrey did a quick count of the money he had in his checking account. His paycheck wasn’t due for another week. He would have to wait for the bank to open in the morning so that he could move the money from his savings and take out the cash from an ATM machine. He asked, “Where do I post bail?”
“Bail was denied.”
Jeffrey tried to hide his shock, but then he figured out very quickly how this had probably worked. The sheriff was new to the job, but he’d managed to get a judge in his pocket. Still, Jeffrey tried to make the man see logic. “You think she’s a flight risk? She was born here. She has ties to the community. She’s been a distinguished officer on my force for over a decade.”
“I understand that.”
“You can’t put a cop in jail. They’ll tear her to pieces.”
“She’s not in the jail,” Valentine reminded Jeffrey. “She’s in the hospital.”
“All I can tell you is you better have a damn good reason why you’re keeping her in custody.” Jeffrey could play this game, too. He’d been on the job a lot longer than Jake Valentine. Fuck the local yokels. Jeffrey had
state
judges in his pocket.
Apparently, Valentine wasn’t as stupid as he looked. “I had nothing to do with that, Chief. I’ll swear on a stack of Bibles. Not my fault she wouldn’t plead.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means what I said before. Your
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