Drew’s phone rang. “It’s Harris. Maybe she’s calling about Oliver.”
He answered and stood to pace as he talked.
“Oliver Rossi did indeed pick up a package at the port and has taken it to the family warehouse. You probably just missed them.”
“Was his dad and Sal Conti still there?”
“No. The place was empty. Oliver went inside for a brief time and then went home.” She paused for a long moment. “Of course our probable cause for a warrant is just hearsay, and if Steele is going to see the antiquity tomorrow anyway, that’s a better route than trying to get into the warehouse.”
“I’ll let you know once she has a time and location for her meeting Oliver.” Drew ended the call and returned to Teagan to update her.
She got out her phone. “No text from him, but then I would expect him to wait until morning.”
“Makes sense.” Drew studied her face and found a hint of unease. “I want you to convince Oliver to meet you in a public place like a park so I can observe the meeting.”
“I don’t think he’ll go for that.”
“Then you’ll have to make him go for it,” he snapped, and at the pain in her eyes, he regretted it. “I’m sorry, but your safety comes first.”
“I get it.”
“This could be big if you get a look at this antiquity, maybe take a picture of it, we can try to authenticate it and arrest him before he sells it to someone else.”
“I’ll find a way to get him to do it.” Determination rang through her voice.
“Maybe when he contacts you, you should communicate via a video chat instead of by text. I know I would do just about anything when you smile at me.” He couldn’t believe he was admitting that to her, but it was for the good of the investigation, right? “Seems like he feels the same way.”
“Hmm. Now that I know your Kryptonite, I’ll be sure to smile much more often.” She gave him a flirtatious smile.
His heart melted, proving his comment.
“The white powder isn’t pure,” Maya called out. “It’s eighty-five percent cocaine hydrochloride adulterated with caffeine powder. The tan powder indicates a mixture of eighty-three percent heroin hydrochloride mixed with cocaine hydrochloride.”
“No fentanyl?” Drew clarified.
“No. You can keep your jacket.” Maya chuckled.
“And the drugs are about as pure as you find these days,” Drew said, remembering statistics he’d read.
“Exactly. But that’s not all.”
“You found something else?”
She nodded. “Your heroin sample matched heroin known to come from Iran.”
Drew had hoped for something like this, but he gaped at Maya for a moment. “You can actually tell us where it came from?”
She nodded. “The profiles in the database include samples proven to come from various countries around the globe and this is definitely from Iran.”
“That’s most helpful,” Drew said, then gave Teagan a pointed look.
“Let me pack them back up for you.” Maya went back to the cabinet and took the package out to rewrap it.
Drew stood and took it from her. “Again, thank you so much for the help.”
“Glad to help if I can.” She removed her face shield and dropped her gloves in the biohazard bin. “Can’t say my hubby is glad when I work so late, but he’s used to it. Besides he’s an FBI agent, and he works horrific hours too.”
“We totally understand that,” Drew said.
