squad room.
Captain Robert Olivas was sitting at the head of the long table. To his left were Nuccio and Spellman. To his right were two detectives Ballard recognized as Drucker and Ferlita, both longtime RHD bulls who specialized in burn cases. Drucker had been on the squad so long his nickname was “Scrapyard” because he had replaced two knees, a hip, and a shoulder over time.
“Detective Ballard,” Olivas said, his tone even and not projecting any of the enmity she knew he still carried for her.
“Captain,” Ballard said, just as evenly.
“Investigator Nuccio told me you might be joining. But I think we have things in hand here and you’re not going to be needed on this.”
“That’s good, because I’m parked out front in a red zone. But before I leave, I thought you might want to see and hear some of the evidence I’ve collected.”
“Evidence, Detective? I was told you left the scene Monday night as soon as you could.”
“Not quite like that, but I did leave once the Fire Department said they had things in hand and would contact RHD if anything changed.”
She was telling Olivas what her stand would be should he try to raise issues with how she handled the original call. She also guessed that Nuccio and Spellman would not be a problem because they were smart enough not to get in the middle of a police department squabble.
Olivas, a taciturn man with a wide girth, seemed to decide that this one wasn’t worth it. It was part of that smooth sailing Amy Dodd had mentioned: Olivas wanted no waves in his final year. Ballard knew this would play well with her real plan for the meeting.
“What have you got?” Olivas asked. “We’re not even sure we have a homicide here.”
“And that’s why you guys down here get the big bucks, right?” Ballard said. “You get to figure it out.”
Olivas was finished with the introductory pleasantries.
“Like I said, what have you got, Ballard?”
Now his tone was slipping. Condescension and dislike were taking over. Ballard put the evidence bag on the table.
“I’ve got this for starters,” she said. “An empty fifth of Tito’s vodka.”
“And how does that fit into this?” Olivas asked.
Ballard pointed to Nuccio.
“Inspector Nuccio told me yesterday that the victim’s blood-alcohol content was measured at three-six at the coroner’s. That takes a lot of alcohol. I spoke to some of the homeless men who knew the victim and they said that on Monday night Banks was drinking a fifth of Tito’s that he wasn’t sharing. They said somebody—‘a guardian angel’—gave it to him. I recovered the bottle from another homeless man who camps on the same sidewalk and collects bottles and cans for recycling. Chain of custody is for shit but he felt pretty sure he picked up the bottle after Banks chugged the vodka. I figure you might want to take it to latent prints. If you get prints from Banks, it confirms the story. But you might also get the prints of the ‘guardian angel,’ and that’s somebody you want to talk to. That is, if somebody helped get him drunk so they could light him on fire.”
Olivas digested that for a few moments before responding.
“Did anybody see this ‘guardian angel’?” he asked. “Are we talking man, woman, what?”
“Not the guys I talked to,” Ballard said. “But I went down the street to Mako’s and they have video of a woman in a Mercedes pulling up and buying a bottle of Tito’s about four hours before Banks got burned. That may just be a coincidence but I’ll leave that to you guys to figure out.”
Olivas looked at his men.
“It’s thin,” he said. “The whole thing is thin. You men take the bottle and anything else Ballard has. We need to pick up the heater and do our own testing on that. We’re going to withhold determination of death until we know what’s what. Ballard, you can go. You’re off duty now anyway, right?”
“I am,” Ballard said. “And I’m out of here. You guys let me know if you need me to go back to the scene for anything tonight.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Olivas said. “We’ll handle it from here.”
“I just need you to sign off on a summary report on the recovery of the bottle,” Ballard said. “So there’s a record of chain of custody and no confusion down the line should the bottle of Tito’s be significant.”
“And to make sure you get the credit,” Olivas said.
It was not a question and Ballard