He parked behind the physical science building at New Mexico Highlands University and gave dispatch his location. Gabe Gonzales came on the horn and gave him a quick update on the information received from the Arcadia PD.
Ben signed off, scribbled some notes, got the flat of cactus plants out of the backseat of his unmarked unit, and walked across the parking lot.
In the heart of Las Vegas, the campus was situated on a small hill bisected by city streets containing row after row of Victorian houses and cottages. With brick facades, flat roofs, and low parapets, most of the campus buildings had a territorial appearance.
Morfin found Professor Ruth Pino's office, put the tray containing the cactus on a hallway chair, and knocked on the door.
Professor Pino opened the door and looked Ben up and down.
"I'm sorry, but I only see students during normal office hours," she said, "unless it's an emergency. I don't believe you're in any of my classes."
Tm not," Ben said, showing his shield and ID.
"I'm Agent Morfin with the state police. I called you earlier this morning."
"You don't look old enough to be a policeman," Pino said as she turned away and walked toward her desk.
"Come in."
"I get that all the time," Ben said as he picked up the container of cactus plants and followed Pino inside. A petite, middle-aged Hispanic woman no more than five-two, Professor Pino wore blue jeans, hiking boots, and a lightweight sweater that didn't detract from her still youthful figure.
"So, you have some plants you think might have hallucinogenic properties," Professor Pino said.
"I'm hoping that's what you can tell me." Ben put the plants on her desk.
Ruth Pino turned, looked at the plants, and gave Morfin a startled glance.
"Where did you get these?" she asked sharply.
"At a marijuana grower's greenhouse."
Pino made a closer inspection. The clustered stems were about an inch tall, the spines about a half-inch long, and the fruit was green. She reached for her handbook of rare endemic plants and paged through it.
"Do you know where these were harvested?"
Morfin caught the excitement in Pino's voice.
"In a canyon near San Geronimo."
"Who collected them?"
"A woman who lived with the marijuana grower."
Pino studied a page in the handbook and looked at the cactus plants one last time.
"I need exact information on the location. Agent Morfin."
"Wait a minute. Professor. Back up. What has you so exdted?"
"The common name of this plant is Knowlton's cactus. It's on the federal biologically endangered species list. There is only one known area in northwestern New Mexico where this cactus has ever been found."
"Ever?"
"In the world. The Nature Conservancy owns the land. It's on a secret preserve."
"A secret preserve for cactus?" Ben asked.
Professor Pino nodded.
"Probably no more than three thousand plants exist in the wild. It's a variety treasured by collectors. One cactus can bring up to hundreds of dollars, depending on its size. The Knowlton's cactus has been reduced to near extinction. It's illegal to harvest it. If these truly came from a second site, you've made a very significant discovery."
"Are you saying I don't have a plant that produces any mind-altering substances?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying. How soon can you get me a specific site location?"
"It may take a while."
"That won't do. Who can I talk to about giving my request priority?"
"The sergeant in charge of the case and my captain."
"Give me their names," Professor Pino said, reaching for a pen.
"Sergeant Gonzales and Captain Garduno." Ben picked up the tray of cactus plants.
"Leave those with me please," Ruth said.
"They're evidence in a criminal investigation."
"I understand that. But I don't think you know how to care for those plants, and I won't have you negligently harming them." Ruth Pino smiled.
"Tell you what: I'll give you my husband and firstborn son as hostages in exchange for the Knowlton's cactus."
Morfin shook his head in mock disbelief.
"I guess I could transfer them to your custody for further analysis."
"I'll care for them lovingly."
"You'll have to sign some paperwork. Are you always so hard-nosed.
Professor?"
Ruth Pino laughed.
"I'm the toughest instructor in the department. Agent Morfin, and proud of it."