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law firm, their token Mexican so to speak, he would rather start his own law office where he could make the decisions about what types of cases to take. I think he’s very sincere in his desire to see more Mexicans have a say in politics, particularly since they’re now a majority of the population here in California. As for being a poster boy for the Republican Party, I think he felt if he could be a voice for the Mexicans in this state he’d be happy to do it. It's just my feeling, but I believe anyone with his good looks, intelligence, and educational background would certainly be effective in issues important to Latinos.”
    “Did he ever talk about going to the state or national level in politics?”
    Roger thought for a minute. “Recently we were having a cup of coffee, and I told him about a client of mine who had an issue with the county. I wanted to get his input, because he was the only county supervisor I knew. He happened to mention he had a feeling he was being considered to be an up and comer by the national party, and that he’d been asked to speak to several political groups outside the state.”
    “I know it’s a stretch, but do you think his Mexican heritage could have played some part in Laura's murder?”
    “I have no idea,” Roger said, “but I've learned over the years not to leave any stone unturned. I'll ask him about that angle as well when I speak to him tomorrow.” He stood up and picked up his notepad. “Mrs. Langley, enough of this for tonight. We have about twelve hours before we can do anything more on this case. Personally, I'd like to make them count. After all it is our wedding night," he said, grinning as he turned off the lights and they walked down the stairs towards the bedroom.
     

CHAPTER 12
     
    It’s all her fault I have to live my life from pill to pill. They’re the only things that keep me from becoming severely depressed again, but I’m sure not happy, and I know I never will be again.
    Mitch Warren stood in front of the large living room window that overlooked the Lazy K Ranch. The late evening apricot sky was slowly shifting into blue, the precursor of the coming darkness of night. The lush green grass of the large front yard stood in sharp contrast to the freshly painted white picket fence that lined the lane that led to the ranch house. In the distance he saw a herd of his cattle as they grazed contentedly in the pasture, and closer to the ranch house he admired the barns that housed the horses. All in all, it was a very bucolic setting. No matter how many times he looked at the land that had been in his family for generations, he never tired of it.
    His shoulders sagged as he turned away from the window and thought for the thousandth time about how Renee would have been perfect as his partner, his wife, in taking care of the land for future Warren generations to enjoy. It had been two years now, and he still couldn't believe she’d broken off her engagement to him and for that guy who was a relative newcomer to Dillon County. He shook his head, still having a hard time believing what had happened.
    Mitch and Renee had known each other since high school. She'd been the homecoming queen, and he'd been president of the senior class. They had gone on to college, Renee to the University of California at Berkeley, much to her conservative father's dismay, and Mitch to Stanford. He'd wanted to marry her when they graduated from college. After all, it was a foregone conclusion they'd get married at some point. He was ready for it to happen right after college.
    She’d refused, saying she wanted to get her psychology practice established first. The years went by, Mitch expanding the ranch by buying adjoining lands, and Renee developing a thriving psychology practice. Not a year had gone by that Mitch had not talked about getting married and urging Renee to set a date. She finally placated him by accepting an engagement ring from him. Her father was just as adamant