We're waiting for the coroner to arrive so we can see if there's anything else under those rocks.
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Romero lifted the yellow tape so Jemimah could scoot under and followed her to a rocky ledge where the witness indicated he found the body. The County Coroner's van drove up before they reached the spot. Donlan was a hulk of a man with unruly gray hair, rosacea reddened cheeks and an intimidating manner. Romero had become accustomed to the coroner's rants.
He winked at Jemimah. Donlan directed the techs to remove the rocks covering the body, careful to preserve any blood evidence that might still be present. After about an hour, he knelt next to the partially nude body. Female, somewhere in her thirties, maybe older. Bullet hole right through the head.
I'm not seeing any brain matter or any indication that she bled out here. Looks like she might have been strangled first. Whoever did this was in a hurry to cover the body with rocks. Lots of postmortem bruising. Hard to say whether this is the scene of the crime or if she was dumped here. She's still wearing jewelry, so we can probably rule out robbery.
The coroner shifted the body, feeling her clothes for pockets. Artie, see what info you can obtain from the casino. I understand they need some sort of identification when they give these cards out to their patrons. They also photo the ID if you win a jackpot. They're great places to take guests for a good meal and some quick entertainment," she smiled.
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It's all yours, Romero," Donlan said, directing the techs to bag the body. Romero and Jemimah walked around the scene. Romero gestured at some tracks. I can see there was a vehicle here, but I doubt if it's possible to make an impression. I never seem to get used to being around dead bodies. You can still make out her outline on the rocks. There's no telling what this poor woman went through before she died. Romero was window shopping in downtown Santa Fe, where most every shop window was decorated with red hearts and cupids.
It had been a while since he'd been on San Francisco Street, just a few blocks down from St. Francis Cathedral where he had been married so many years before.
Looking back, he knew the marriage had been doomed from the beginning. His wife was a popular girl, always ready to party, but he was just getting established in law enforcement. At every turn she complained that he was never home and that his job was more important than she was. After the divorce it took a month-long drinking binge and a series of AA meetings before he could once again begin to face each day sober.
It was Valentine's Day and he was trying to understand just what it was women want men to do. No easy task for this handsome native of Santa Fe, because despite his looks, he was shy and reserved where women were concerned. It had taken him a long time to loosen up sufficiently to consider dating again.
Then a year ago he found himself drawn to Jemimah Hodge, a Utah transplant by way of Texas who dropped into his life when they worked a case together. She was also the County's highly skilled forensic psychologist, and now that they were in a relationship, he wanted to get her something nice.
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Coming out of his reverie, Romero caught a glimpse of his high school friend David Garcia, who stood under the portal of his upper-end jewelry store in the middle of the plaza. With boyish good looks, Garcia appeared younger than his years. Dressed in a tailored dark suit, he leaned forward to embrace Romero.
Long time no see, compadre. Actually I'm just here to finger the merchandise. Don't tell me you're getting ready to make the leap? Let's see what you've got.
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Early that evening on his way to meet Jemimah, Romero checked his jacket to make sure he'd remembered to slip the black velvet pouch into his pocket. Nothing like showing up empty-handed on this lover's day celebration. He felt like a teenager, hoping the diamond heart he chose would be well received. His jeweler friend kept nudging him toward the engagement rings, but he wasn't ready. Not yet. It had taken long enough to corral this filly, and he didn't want to spook her. He chuckled as he recalled a conversation he'd had with Tim McCabe some months previous as they discussed women in general, and Jemimah in particular.
Tim McCabe was a transplanted retired lawman from Idaho who assisted the sheriff's department with cold cases. He and his wife owned a high-end gallery in Santa Fe. Romero and Jemimah had both developed a strong relationship with him over the past two years. Kind of like breaking in a wild horse. Let her come to you. Keep your reactions to a minimum.
Don't spook her. Just give her a lot of room, and reel her in a little if she goes too far afield. But I do know horses, and I know Jemimah knows horses. The last filly I broke had those same characteristics. Get the connection?
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Jemimah was already in the parking lot of La Choza, a small Mexican restaurant at the edge of the rail yard park where they had their first date. She greeted him with unbridled enthusiasm. As they walked to the patio entrance, she shifted her sunglasses to the top of her head. She was wearing skinny black jeans and a plum-colored tank top, her hair pulled back into a stylish ponytail. As they waited to be seated, she leaned forward to kiss him. Jemimah Hodge was smiling as she arrived at her office late Saturday morning.
She was wearing the diamond heart Detective Romero gave her during dinner. She fingered it gently, thinking how happy she finally was. They had spent a romantic night together. It had taken a long time to get to this point in her life, and she couldn't ask for a more fulfilling relationship. No thanks to her childhood. Her parents were dyed-in-the-wool fourth generation members of the LDS Mormon church, leading a normal life until her father decided to relocate the family to a small community in Utah and join a fundamentalist cult that embraced polygamy.
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