surprised. George had been fidgety and unfocused throughout breakfast. âThe IA is really upsetting you.â He shook the pack.
George plucked one and fired it up with the tip of Thomâs.
âThe IA was to be expected,â said George, blowing out smoke. âWhat bothers me more is the FBI surveillance.â
â Alleged .â
âWhatever. Think Iâm at risk?â
âYou have something to hide?â
George looked away.
âIâm sure the feds donât care if the person youâre sleeping with has a dick.â
âWhat the hell?â groused George.
âWhoa. Gallows humor, man. Why are you so sensitive all of a sudden?â
âItâs your crude delivery.â
âIt wasnât crude yesterday when we gave Spenser a hardon.â
George got much worse from some guys in the squad. The most popular prank was a photo of two dudes having sex. Georgeâs head would be taped over one of them. Sometimes the top, sometimes the bottom. Occasionally, his face would be with a woman. The ac/dc hazing usually didnât bother him. He played it up like he did with Spenser. As the newest guy, it was Georgeâs role to be pizza boy until someone replaced him. So for now, he took it. What mattered was that people actually cared because no one knew for sure. Damn that stint in Vice.
âHell, I know youâre not a catcher,â said Thom.
âWhat if I am?â All serious.
Thom loved George like family. He could care less. One way or the other or both. âThen you stop wearing pink, man.â
George hit Thom in the arm. âGotcha.â
âHell with you,â said Thom.
They enjoyed the smoke in silence. After a few minutes Thom said, âLetâs go over the game plan.â
âGet a signature for Lawrenceâs office. Briefcase and laptop is priority.â A warrant wasnât technically required, but they wouldnât give any future judge a reason to bounce a search in a high-profile homicide. Especially one involving a city attorney with a potential suspect tucked away in a file. Privacy rights and all.
âThe judge that signs will probably appoint a Special Master to supervise us.â
âLike we need a babysitter,â said George.
âWhat then?â
âIâll interview the roommates. See if any of the girls can substantiate Lenaâs alibi.â
âDonât call the person of interest by her nickname. Too personal and informal. Any misstep can be a disaster.â
âI hate when you correct me.â
âIâve been doing this longer. Hit the bar, too. Hankâs. On Grand. Track down the bartender. See what he has to say. What he remembers.â
âWhatâs his name?â
âWhy should I know?â
âHold on,â said George. âJelena told me you knew the bartender. She said she could contact you through him.â
âI chatted him up. But Iâve never been to that bar before. Never met him before. I remember he was a young guy. Looked barely legal.â
âLie number one.â
âGood enough reason to haul her ass in,â said Thom. âThink sheâll go anywhere?â
âDonât think so.â
âOkay, let it sit for today. Bring her in tomorrow. Weâve got the cut at one. I expect you there.â
Autopsies made George squeamish. They were hard business. The stench of disinfectant, the fluid on the floor, the medieval-like tools, and the general ickyness. As the lead detective, Thomâs presence was non-negotiable. He let George off the hook when he could. But not this time. The high-profile situation made his presence necessary.
âGeorge, keep in touch and be careful.â
âAs always.â George flicked the butt and ground it into the pavement until it turned to dust.
nineteen
Birdie leaned into the file box on the floor and grabbed the last clipping. She glanced at the headline and
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