about our superior officers? Or maybe you have a pink slip in that notebook, and we can just sign our jobs away and be done with it? Thatâd be easier, wouldnât it?â
One of the many complications the Negro officers faced was the fact that one of them, Xavier Little, happened to be nephew of the owner of the Daily Times. After the officers were sworn in, the Times ran an extensive interview with him. As far as Boggs could tell, Little said nothing remotely controversial in the story, yet the day after it hit the stands, McInnis excoriated them all. Do not talk to the newspapers again, ever. You are not spokesmen for your people. You are goddamn beat cops, and thatâs all you will be, or you will be unemployed. The fact that the paper had been an early champion of the push for colored officers, and was eager to chronicle their every move, made this an especially delicate dance for the eight of them.
Toon held out his hands. âIâm on your side here, gentlemen.â
âWhose side?â Smith looked in every direction. âWhich side? Howâs that work again?â
Boggsâs head was pounding and he desperately needed sleep. He was not thinking clearly. Surely that explained why he then said, âYou really want to be helpful? Iâve got something for your paper, but you didnât get it from me. Understood?â
âWhat is it?â
âWe have a body,â Boggs said, âa colored girl, teens or maybe early twenties. Found dead, shot in the chest. No ID or anything.â Smith paced a few steps away, loudly sucking in his breath, all but yelling Mistake, mistake, mistake. If McInnis knew Boggs was saying this, theyâd be in serious trouble. But Boggs was livid at the judge, livid at Dunlow from last night, livid about the fact that white investigators had done nothing to look into the murder. âAll she had was a yellow dress and a heart-shaped locket. We could wait around until someone thinks their daughter or wife is missing, but if you put a note in the paper somewhere . . .â
âWhat else?â
âThatâs all we know.â He didnât want to tell Toon they found her in garbage. If a husband or parent had to learn that, they should hear it from an officer, in person.
Toon had an impressive stare. âThereâs something youâre not telling me.â
It was a mistake to have said this much. But Boggs felt such rage, hehadnât been able to hold himself back. White cops had just let his case against Poe die. Dunlow had beaten a man in front of him the other night. And apparently someone, most likely his own superior officer, had retyped his report on the colored Jane Doe. Falsified it by deleting the reference to Brian Underhill, the last known person seen with the victim, probably to protect the ex-cop. People were undercutting Boggs at every turn, making him look stupid and helpless. He refused to be helpless.
âThe last known person to be with her was a middle-aged white man,â he said. âDo not disclose that.â
Toon nodded slowly. âOkay, Iâll run something. Call me when you have more.â
This was hardly the first time they had been humiliated in court, but that didnât make it any easier. In fact, theyâd spent so much time preparing for this case because theyâd thought that their efforts would finally overwhelm the hard-breathing judgeâs bias. They had thought that what they did mattered.
âI thought you locked it?â Smith said, opening the former custodial closetâs door.
âI did.â
Smith hit the switch as Boggs closed the door behind him. Their civilian clothes, which they had hung on pegs, were strewn on the floor.
âFor Godâs sake.â Smith picked up his shirt and his slacks, shaking the dust bunnies from them.
Boggs did the same with his shirt. He looked around for his pants. âYouâre kidding.â
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