Toni nodded.
“Next question. How will we make a positive ID?” I asked. I was a little concerned that Toni and I might have trouble recognizing Isabel. All we’d ever seen was the picture strip with Kelli and the Backpage ad.
“You said your sister knows her?” Nancy said to Toni.
Toni nodded. “Yes,” she said. “Kelli’s good friends with Isabel. She’d know her for sure.”
“How old is your sister?” Nancy asked.
“Eighteen.”
“Good. Would she be willing to come along?”
“Oh, yeah. She’d do anything to help Isabel.”
“Okay, that’s settled then.”
I nodded. “This sounds great. Give us a call when you’ve set up the date.”
“Will do,” Nancy said. “We’ll let you know when and where. We’ll want to be in place at least sixty minutes before the time of the date.”
“What will happen to Isabel?” I asked. “After you have her, where will she go?”
“We’ll take her to the King County Juvenile Detention Center first,” Nancy said. “She’ll have to spend the night there-I’m not sure I can get longer-term arrangements made this late. I’ll put a quick call in to Annie Hooper now, but it’s probably too late for today. Tomorrow, though, we’ll talk to her.”
“There’s no way she can be allowed to be sent back home,” Toni said.
“I know,” Nancy said. “Annie will have some ideas.”
“She told us she’s got a long waiting list,” I said.
“Yeah, she does,” Nancy said. “But she knows about the other facilities, too. All the facility directors talk to each other. It would be nice to see her in a place where she can get her life back together.”
“Sure would,” I said.
At a few minutes before five, Tyrone called. “We’re set,” he said.
“No problems?” I asked.
“None. She answered-said she was available tonight at eight thirty.”
“Perfect. Where we doing this?”
“We got adjoining rooms at the Snuggle Inn,” he said. “The same place you told us about. The target room is 301. Our staging room is next door at 303. When you get there, just park somewhere in the lot on the north side and then come on up to room 303. You want to be there no later than seven thirty. After that, we won’t want any comings and goings.”
“We’ll be there,” I said.
“Good. Cross your fingers.”
“Let’s call Kelli,” I said, as I walked into Toni’s office. “We’re on for eight thirty, but we need to be there no later than seven thirty.”
“So she needs to be here by seven,” Toni said.
I nodded. “That’ll work.”
Toni put her phone on speaker and made the call.
When Kelli answered, Toni explained what was going on and then asked her, “You want to come with us and help ID Isabel?”
Kelli agreed immediately. Five minutes and twenty questions later, she had all the information she needed.
“Now, let’s give Marisol a call,” I said.
“I wish we could talk to her face-to-face.”
“Me, too. But it’s too late. There’s no way we could make it to Lynnwood and back in two hours-not in rush hour. Have you got her number?”
“Yeah, I wrote it down on my pad.” She opened a file on her computer. Our general policy is to scan our notes onto our server as soon as we’re able. It gives us a good backup, and it also makes it easier to find and share information. She quickly located the number and dialed Marisol’s cell phone.
Marisol answered and told us she’d call back in five minutes. Right on time, our phone rang. “I took a break,” Marisol said. “I wanted to get to a quiet place where I can talk.”
“You’re good now?” I asked.
“Yeah. Did you find Isabel?”
“We think so,” I said. “If everything works out right, we’re going to see her a little later this evening.”
“Will I be able to see her, too?”
“Probably tomorrow,” Toni said. “We’re working with the Seattle Police Department on this.”
“Is she okay?”
“We don’t have any information one way or another,” I said. “We haven’t personally spoken with Isabel. The police did.”
“I don’t understand,” she said. “If you didn’t talk to her, how is it that you’re meeting her tonight?”
“All I can say is that we’re working with the police on this.”
“Did she do something wrong? Is Isabel in trouble?”
“No, Mary. At least, no one’s saying anything like that,” I said. I looked at Toni and shrugged before I continued. “There’s a concern that Isabel may have fallen into some bad company. We’re working with the police to pull her out of that before anything bad happens.”
“Oh my God,” Marisol said. I was a little suspicious of Mary’s sudden concern about Isabel. After all, she’d allowed thirty days to elapse before she told anyone anything at all about Isabel running away-and then perhaps only because we confronted her. But I wasn’t going to sit there and pass judgment. Like I said, I didn’t know how or why Marisol felt the way she did. Maybe she’d had an epiphany. I suppose it was enough that she was concerned now.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “We’re going to get her. And once we do-once she’s safe and sound, then you’ll be able to see her. You’ll be able to start putting your lives back together-,” I paused for an instant, “-both of you.”
“What’s going to happen to her? Where will she go?”
“You know she can’t go back with you,” I said. “Not with him around.”
She was quiet for a second, and then she said, “I know.”
“There are places that are set up to work with young girls like Isabel,” Toni said. “We’ll be working hard to find a spot for her in one of those places. Hopefully, we can get her into one of them tomorrow.”
She was quiet for a second. “Thank you,” she said. “What time is all this supposed to take place?”
“The meeting is set for eight thirty,” I said. “We should be calling you by around nine with more information.”
“Good,” she said. “Please don’t forget.”
Toni smiled. “Don’t worry. We won’t forget.”
Chapter 10
With my little excursion at the Snuggle Inn the previous night still fresh in my mind, I was familiar with the property’s layout. The small hotel is bordered on either side by similar business hotels-a Holiday Inn to the south and a Comfort Inn to the north. My guess is that except for the names, the hotels themselves are probably pretty much interchangeable. Toni, Kelli, and I pulled into the north-side parking lot at 7:25 p.m. It was still daylight outside-the sun doesn’t set until after nine at this time of year. A light, misty breeze had rolled in, and it was cool enough for jackets-probably in the mid-fifties. We hopped out and walked up the stairs to room 303. I knocked and a couple of seconds later, Nancy opened the door. “Come on in,” she said, smiling. “You can hang your jackets in the closet there. And help yourself to some pizza,” she said, pointing to two large pies on the table. Kelli moved that way immediately. “There’s soft drinks in the fridge,” Nancy said.
“Thanks,” Kelli replied.
I looked around the room. The police had removed the television from on top of the dresser and replaced it with a thirty-inch computer monitor and a laptop PC. The monitor was split into four windows, each showing a different angle of the room next door. The laptop was connected to some sort of wireless device.
“Come on next door, and I’ll show you our setup,” Nancy said.
Toni and I followed her through the open connecting doors. Room 301 was a mirror image of the room we’d just left, only with no surveillance equipment. A garment bag was draped over one of the two chairs, and a briefcase sat on the table.
“We try to make the room look reasonably authentic,” Nancy said. “If we’re taking a ju
venile down, there’s not much to worry about-we basically pop ’em as soon as the door closes. But we never know for sure if we’re going to open the door to a minor or to an adult, in which case we would need to wait for her to make a pitch. When we first started doing this, we weren’t as good as we are now. We wouldn’t have any props showing. And we found out that the lack of authenticity caused our subjects to sense something was wrong. Then they would get antsy, and the pitch would never happen. They’d walk, and we would have just wasted our time. So after that, we learned. Now we set the room all up to look like the real deal, like it’s being rented by a traveling businessman.”
“These people must be pretty wary, just by their nature,” Toni said.
“Some of them,” Nancy said. “Some are surprisingly oblivious. We just plan for the worst.”
“Good idea,” Toni said.
I looked around the room. “Nancy, I know there are four cameras in here, and I still can’t see them,” I said.
She smiled. “Pretty nifty, huh?” she said. “Look here.” She pointed to a vase that sat on the dresser. “See these little designs? Look closely at this one.”
When I inspected the vase more carefully, I was able to see that the circle in one of the diamond-and-circle patterns was actually the lens of a tiny camera. I was impressed. “Damn. That’s amazing,” I said. “James Bond would be proud.”
She laughed. “Wouldn’t he, though? This innocent-looking vase is really an RF feed video camera. It’s all solid state-completely silent. Look inside, and you still can’t see the camera.” I peered inside the vase-she was right.
“That’s pretty impressive,” I said, as I looked at the tiny camera. I handed the vase back to her, and she placed it back on the dresser.
“And it’s HD, too. Also has a built-in microphone so it picks up the audio. Sends it all to the laptop next door.” She aligned the camera and then called out, “How’s that, guys?”
“Good,” someone answered from next door.
“And there are three others?” I asked.
“Yep. In the coffee basket over there, on the desk by the phone, and in the bathroom. We cover the whole place-one person watches the monitor while the other places the cameras and checks the audio. We can be out of here in under a minute. Use to take over an hour.” She turned to me. “You were CID, right? Fort Lewis?”
I nodded. “I was.”
“Ever do one of these?”
“Not for prostitution,” I said. “I participated in a couple of stolen property stings-one with SPD and the other in Tacoma. But we didn’t have lead roles in any of them.”
“Well, you might find this interesting, then,” she said. She looked around. “Jimmy?” she called out. “Where’s Bobby?”
“Yo,” came an answer from the next room. A good-looking young man dressed in a business suit and holding a slice of pizza entered the room. “I’m here.”
“This is Bobby Brannon. Bobby gets to play our john today.”
“That’s right,” Bobby said. “Today, I’m Jimmy. Jimmy the john. You can just call me Jimmy John.”
“Jimmy John, here-” Nancy nodded toward him and smiled, “-he gets more than his share of john assignments in these things because he’s young and not very threatening-looking.”
“And I’m the best-looking,” he said, smiling.
“He looks like a kid,” Tyrone said. “No one’s scared of him. No one believes a twelve-year-old could be a cop.”
“Which," Bobby said, "is another way of saying, the rest of these guys here are a bunch of crusty old mean-looking suckers, and they’re all so scary, they can’t even get anyone to come in the front door.”
“Shut up,” Tyrone said.
At eight o’clock, Nancy said, “Alright everyone, we’re all set.” She turned to Bobby. “You ready?”
“Born ready, boss,” he said, still smiling.
“You remember who we’re looking for?”
“Of course. Isabel Delgado. Hispanic teenager. Slim build.”
“Good. Let’s do this, then,” she said.
Except for Bobby, we headed next door. Both connecting doors were closed, but only our side was locked.
“We’ve got four officers outside and, counting Jimmy, four inside,” Nancy said. “We’ve got all sides of the building covered so, at least in theory, no one should be able to sneak up on us.”
“Unit one, how’s it look?” she said into her radio.
“We’re ready. It’s quiet.”
Each of the other three officers outside reported in.
“So now-,” Nancy said, leaning back in her chair in front of the monitor, “-now we just hurry up and wait.”
“Unit two to base.” Nancy’s radio crackled to life. I checked my watch-it was 8:40 p.m. We’d been in position, waiting for forty minutes.
“Go,” Nancy said.
“I’ve got a Hispanic female approaching the south stairs.”
“Roger that,” Nancy said. “Unit three, can you shift position to pick up visual at the top of the stairway?”
“Roger,” unit three said. “I’m on the move now.” A minute later, he said, “Base, unit three. Subject just reached the top of the stairs, and she’s headed your way. She’s all alone-no company. Appears to be medium height, five five or so. Thin build. Dark hair. Wearing some kind of leggings and a white coat with fur around the collar.”
“Roger,” she said. “You guys outside stay in your positions now. Watch our backs.”
Nancy nodded. “Bobby-you hear that she’s at the top of the stairs?”
He looked into the dresser camera and gave us a thumbs-up. “Got it,” he said into the radio. His voice was also picked up by the hidden microphones.
“You ready?” Nancy asked.
“Roger.” Bobby wasn’t joking now. His curt reply indicated he was all business. “I’m turning my radio off now,” he said. We watched him click his radio off and put it into a drawer. He turned back to the camera. “Test, one-two-three,” he said. The microphone in the vase with the hidden camera picked up his voice, allowing us to hear him clearly through the PC speaker.
Nancy knocked on the wall. Bobby did another thumbs-up in reply.
“I’m turning the PC speaker way down now,” Nancy said, reaching for the volume control. “There’s a bit of latency in the sound transmission, and I don’t want our subject hearing her own voice echoing in the next-door room.”
A minute later, even with the volume turned down low, we heard the knock on Bobby’s door through the speakers. On our side of the door, Tyrone and the other officer stood ready to burst into the room.
We watched the monitor carefully. Bobby-now Jimmy-walked over and looked through the peephole before stepping back and opening the door.
“Hi, there,” he said.
“Hi,” the girl said. I strained and could barely hear the voice. The front door was visible on one of the cameras, but Bobby was blocking the view of the girl.
“Come in,” Bobby said. “Come in.”
We watched as she stepped into the room. Her hair was shorter than it had been in the photo of her with Kelli, and it fell across her face as she entered.
“Kelli?” I said quietly.
“Damn,” she said. “I can’t tell for sure.” She studied the monitor intently. “It looks like her. I recognize her coat, but her hair’s shorter. And it’s hanging down in her face-I can’t see her face.”
The prearranged signal Bobby was to give if he thought the girl was a juvenile was to reach across his body with his left hand and rub his right shoulder, as if it were sore. The other officers would then enter the room immediately. On the other hand, if Bobby thought the girl was an adult, he was to wait for her to solicit money in exchange for a sex act before signaling. In this case, as soon as the girl stepped past him, Bobby closed the door, turned to face the camera, and started rubbing his shoulder as if it were dislocated.
“Go!” Nancy said forcefully.
Ty
rone and the other officer flung the connecting doors open and burst into the room.
“Seattle Police,” all the men yelled at the same time. “Put your hands up! Now!”
I could see that the poor girl was completely caught by surprise-she nearly stumbled backward. She turned back to face Bobby and quickly raised her hands into the air as she’d been told.
“Hello, Isabel,” Bobby said, smiling.
“Put your hands on the wall,” Nancy ordered as we all filed into the room behind the officers.
“Do you have any weapons? Any needles on you?” Nancy asked.
The girl didn’t answer.
Nancy did a thorough pat-down and then said, “Okay, go ahead and turn around.”
Kelli gasped. I looked closely at the girl. She was young. She was Hispanic. She was pretty. And she was clearly not Isabel.
“You have the wrong person,” she said. “I’m not Isabel. I’m Jasmine.”
Chapter 11
The girl-whatever her real name was-looked stunned by the direction her routine rendezvous had taken. Her wide eyes scanned the room quickly. I couldn’t tell her age, but I could see that she was young-no doubt a minor-Bobby at least got that part right. If I had to guess, I’d say she looked like she might have been sixteen.
Nancy radioed the officers that were stationed outside. “We’re code four in here,” she said. “One in custody. How’re we looking?”
Each officer reported no activity.
“Call in a squad car,” Nancy said. “Seal off the parking lot entry and check around. Let’s see if we can find out how this girl got here. Then, meet us in the north parking lot in ten.”
“Roger.”
Nancy turned back to the girl. “Hi there,” she said. “My name’s Nancy Stewart. What’s your name?”
The girl looked Nancy over and then said again, “Jasmine.” She did a pretty fair job of mustering up enough bravado to mostly hide any fear she might have been experiencing.
“Jasmine?” Nancy said, her tone of voice making it clear she didn’t believe this. “That’s a pretty name. Is that your real name?”
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