WE WEREN'T BACK in the car for five seconds before I was pressing my palms against Molinari's in an exhilarated, drawn-out high five. Deputy director or not, he had handled himself pretty well.
"That was good, Molinari." I could hardly contain my smile. "And you know how clumsy these police goons can be when they're lugging heavy evidence...."
Our eyes locked, and suddenly I was feeling that nervous-ness and attraction again. I put the car in gear. "I don't know what's supposed to happen with your contacts," I said, "but I think we'd better start by calling this in."
Molinari speed-dialed his office with Hardaway's name and aliases. We got a quick response. His Seattle file detailed a criminal past. Weapons possession, arms theft, bank rob-bery. By tomorrow morning we would know everything about him.
Suddenly I realized I hadn't heard from Jill. "I gotta make a call," I said to Molinari, punching in her cell phone number.
Jill's voice mail came on. "Hi, it's District Attorney Jill Bernhardt...."
Damn, Jill usually had her cell phone on. But I remem-bered about how she said she had a long day ahead in court. "It's me, Lindsay. It's two o' clock. Where you been?" I thought about saying more, but I wasn't in private. "Call me. I want to know how you are."
