the law?"
"No, sir."
Louise Barshop said, "Has Officer Wozniak ever mentioned committing such acts to you, or done or said anything that would lead you to conclude that he had?"
"No, ma "am."
Krantz said, "Do you know Carlos Reena or Jesus Uribe, also known as the Chihuahua Brothers?"Reena and Uribe were fences operating out of a junkyard near Whiteman Airport in Pacoima.
"I know who they are, but I don't know them."
"Have you ever seen Officer Wozniak with either of these men?"
"No, sir."
"Has Officer Wozniak ever mentioned them to you?"
"No, sir."
Krantz fired off the questions as fast as Pike answered, and grew increasingly irritated because Pike would pause before answering, and each pause was a little longer or shorter than the one before it, which prevented Krantz from working up a rhythm. McConnell realized that Pike was doing this on purpose, and liked him for it. He could tell that Krantz was getting irritated because he began to shift his weight from one foot to the other. McConnell didn't like fidgeters. His first wife had been a fidgeted, and he'd gotten rid of her. McConnell said, "Officer Pike, let me at this time inform you that you are under orders not to reveal that this interview has taken place, and not to reveal to anyone what we have questioned you about. If you do, you will be brought up on charges of failing to obey a lawful administrative order, and fired. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, sir. May I ask a question?"
"Fire away." McConnell glanced at his watch and felt a cold sweat sprout over his skin. They had been at this only eight minutes, and the pressure in his lower gut was building. He wondered if anyone else could hear the rumble going on down there.
"Do you suspect that I'm involved?"
"Not at this time."
Krantz glared at McConnell. "That's still to be determined, Officer."Krantz actually stalked around the table and leaned over so the three of them could have a little huddle, Krantz whispering, "Please let me drive the questions, Mr. McConnell. I'm trying to create a certain mood with this man. I have to make him fear me." Saying it like McConnell was just some incompetent old fuck standing in the way of Harvey Krantz driving in the game-winning run so he could be elected Chief of Police of the Lord Jesus Christ Amen!
McConnell whispered back, "I don't think it's workin', Harvey. He don't look scared, and I wanna finish up." McConnell was certain that if he didn't find a way to pass some gas soon, he was gonna have a major explosion back there.
Krantz turned back to Pike and paced the length of the table. "You don't expect us to believe this, do you?"
The blue eyes followed Krantz, but Pike said nothing.
"We're all police officers here. We've all ridden in a car." Krantz fingered through his stack of files. "The smart way to play this is to co-operate. If you co-operate, we can help you."
McConnell said, "Son, why did you become a police officer?"
Krantz snapped an ugly scowl his way, and McConnell would've given anything to slap it off his face.
Pike said, "I wanted to do good."
Well, there it is, McConnell thought. He was liking this boy. Liking him just fine.
Krantz made a hissing sound to let everybody know he was pissed, then snatched a yellow legal pad from the table and started barking off names. "Tell us whether or not you know anything about the following places of business. Baker Metalworks."
"No, sir."
"Chanceros Electronics."
"No, sir-One by one he named fourteen different warehouses scattered around the Ramparts Division area that had been burglarized, and after every location, Pike answered, "No, sir."
As Krantz snapped off the names, he paced in an ever-tightening circle around Pike, and McConnell would've sworn that Pike was following Krantz with his ears, not even bothering to use his eyes. McConnell reached under the table and rubbed his belly. Christ.
"Thomas Brothers Auto Parts."
"No, sir."
"Wordley Aircraft Supply."
'Wo, sir"
Krantz slapped
"No, sir."
Louise Barshop said, "Has Officer Wozniak ever mentioned committing such acts to you, or done or said anything that would lead you to conclude that he had?"
"No, ma "am."
Krantz said, "Do you know Carlos Reena or Jesus Uribe, also known as the Chihuahua Brothers?"Reena and Uribe were fences operating out of a junkyard near Whiteman Airport in Pacoima.
"I know who they are, but I don't know them."
"Have you ever seen Officer Wozniak with either of these men?"
"No, sir."
"Has Officer Wozniak ever mentioned them to you?"
"No, sir."
Krantz fired off the questions as fast as Pike answered, and grew increasingly irritated because Pike would pause before answering, and each pause was a little longer or shorter than the one before it, which prevented Krantz from working up a rhythm. McConnell realized that Pike was doing this on purpose, and liked him for it. He could tell that Krantz was getting irritated because he began to shift his weight from one foot to the other. McConnell didn't like fidgeters. His first wife had been a fidgeted, and he'd gotten rid of her. McConnell said, "Officer Pike, let me at this time inform you that you are under orders not to reveal that this interview has taken place, and not to reveal to anyone what we have questioned you about. If you do, you will be brought up on charges of failing to obey a lawful administrative order, and fired. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, sir. May I ask a question?"
"Fire away." McConnell glanced at his watch and felt a cold sweat sprout over his skin. They had been at this only eight minutes, and the pressure in his lower gut was building. He wondered if anyone else could hear the rumble going on down there.
"Do you suspect that I'm involved?"
"Not at this time."
Krantz glared at McConnell. "That's still to be determined, Officer."Krantz actually stalked around the table and leaned over so the three of them could have a little huddle, Krantz whispering, "Please let me drive the questions, Mr. McConnell. I'm trying to create a certain mood with this man. I have to make him fear me." Saying it like McConnell was just some incompetent old fuck standing in the way of Harvey Krantz driving in the game-winning run so he could be elected Chief of Police of the Lord Jesus Christ Amen!
McConnell whispered back, "I don't think it's workin', Harvey. He don't look scared, and I wanna finish up." McConnell was certain that if he didn't find a way to pass some gas soon, he was gonna have a major explosion back there.
Krantz turned back to Pike and paced the length of the table. "You don't expect us to believe this, do you?"
The blue eyes followed Krantz, but Pike said nothing.
"We're all police officers here. We've all ridden in a car." Krantz fingered through his stack of files. "The smart way to play this is to co-operate. If you co-operate, we can help you."
McConnell said, "Son, why did you become a police officer?"
Krantz snapped an ugly scowl his way, and McConnell would've given anything to slap it off his face.
Pike said, "I wanted to do good."
Well, there it is, McConnell thought. He was liking this boy. Liking him just fine.
Krantz made a hissing sound to let everybody know he was pissed, then snatched a yellow legal pad from the table and started barking off names. "Tell us whether or not you know anything about the following places of business. Baker Metalworks."
"No, sir."
"Chanceros Electronics."
"No, sir-One by one he named fourteen different warehouses scattered around the Ramparts Division area that had been burglarized, and after every location, Pike answered, "No, sir."
As Krantz snapped off the names, he paced in an ever-tightening circle around Pike, and McConnell would've sworn that Pike was following Krantz with his ears, not even bothering to use his eyes. McConnell reached under the table and rubbed his belly. Christ.
"Thomas Brothers Auto Parts."
"No, sir."
"Wordley Aircraft Supply."
'Wo, sir"
Krantz slapped
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