There was little he could do, however, about his slightly misshapen dome, which he regularly shaved bald in an attempt to look slick—an attempt that failed on many different levels.Rafe shifted in the chair in front of Pine’s desk. “I was just doing my job,” he said. Which wasn’t strictly true, since Lisa hadn’t filed a complaint against Sloan.“Your job?” Pine barked. “Your job is to follow protocol. Nothing more, nothing less.”After calling for backup at Sloan’s hotel suite, Rafe had done a quick sweep of the rooms and found another cache of cocaine, along with several tabs of what looked like ecstasy. But now Sloan’s girlfriend was claiming the drugs were hers, and his attorney was screaming illegal search and seizure, charging that Rafe had been in the hotel suite not on police business, but as a private citizen.In other words, he had been trespassing and had no probable cause for the search. And to Rafe’s surprise, not only had the judge at the morning arraignment agreed with Sloan’s attorney, but so did Pine.“No, what you did was screw up, Franco.
