dirty narco cops. As a homicide detective I rarely come into contact with either.â
âThat makes an IA a little difficult. Youâre not checking money or drugs into evidence so we canât determine if your handâs in the till. No, youâve been under surveillance.â
âTo determine if I had a role in Gerardâs business?â
âSOP and you know it.â
âWhy not ask, LT? No one has interviewed me since I testified for the Grand Jury.â
âWould you admit guilty knowledge? Donât answer that. Look, thereâve been rumors about the Teflon coating of your family for a long timeâand the close relationship with the Whelans. Youâre a bunch of slickers.â
âI know. They call us the Irish Mob. So what? Weâre made to suffer for the sins of one?â
âPrecisely,â said Craig. âThe department as well as the feds are pissed that Gerard went undetected for the Paige Street incident for so long. They donât forget shit like that.â
âWhoâs surveilling me?â Thom hoped itâd be the FBI. They donât work in the same building. If it were the feds, his phones would be wired, a tracker on his car, and a crew of two following. That would equal six, twenty-four-hour monitors. A lot of man hours. What really burned Thom was that they probably had photographs of him and Jelena in the backseat of her Honda.
âItâs so expensive I doubt the bill is being paid by L.A.,â said Craig. âYou were seen with the girl. Her plate was run, her identity established. Later, when she turned up again and discovered a crime scene it became my job to make the case yours to test your integrity.â
âDamn you!â
âOkay, Iâm damned. But that doesnât change the fact that you came clean about your intimate relations. You passed.â
âYou shouldâve known better, LT. Iâm the guy who thinks about the endgame.â
âTrue. Youâre one of my best in that regard. I like you, Thom, this is the only reason weâre having this confidential conversation.â
âSo now what?â
âYou and George work the case.â
âSeriously? After all this?â
âItâs not my call.â Craig pointed upward. The command staff offices were upstairs on the tenth floor. âWork it tight and right.â
And keep looking over my shoulder, thought Thom.
When Thom stepped back into the squad bay, he detected a perceptual hush. Seymour and Morgan were standing together two rows over, their eyes on Thom. No one other than George and they knew about Jelena so something else must have happened.
George said, âWe have anotherââ he quoted his fingersâ â âmessage murder.ââ
âA serial,â said Thom.
âThe victim is Jerry Deats of Santa Monica. The SMPD sent a law enforcement bulletin looking for similarities to their murder. I called the DIC. She sent me this.â He gestured at the photo on his computer screen. Dead fish was scrawled on a bathroom mirror.
âDamnit!â said Thom.
âI told her weâd come by today to take a look.â
Thom sped from the squad. Found Craig pacing the corridor, cell to his ear. Thom hung back while Craig finished.
âI just heard,â Craig said a few minutes later. âWe have a potential serial. The SMPD is willing to let us take the lead.â
âThis is a perfect opportunity to get out from under the train wreck. We should let them take it.â
âWe have the resources and manpower.â
âYes, butââ
âWeâre lead. That means you . Get to it.â
When Thom returned to his desk, S&M were leaning on Georgeâs cubicle looking down at him.
Thom noted the impeccable press job of Seymourâs white shirt. Morganâs muscular, squat frame was covered in black on black, with a bolo, and cowboy boots, as per usual. He
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