youâd be hard pressed to cut a chicken wing with it.â
âSo he tossed the four-inch blade,â Gallina said, grabbing for straws.
Aronsohn couldnât hold back any longer.
âAll technicalities aside, Lieutenant, you didnât have any questions at all about a decorated ex-NYPD inspector storing the alleged murder weapon in his toolbox? A toolbox that was clearly marked blades and small tools. For what? So he wouldnât forget where he put it? Sentimental value? In case he ever needed it again? Does it make any sense at all that he would have walked away from the damning evidence and left his door unlocked for the police to . . . what?â
âCrisis of conscience,â Gallina offered impotently. âSome people want to get caught.â
Tommy looked incredulous. âAnd how did you know to look for the planted weapon in Inspector Bertolinoâs loft?â
âIt was a tip.â
âWhat?â
âA tip.â The word barely made it past his lips.
âAnonymous?â
Gallina could only nod.
The deputy district attorney instantly picked up Tommyâs train of thought. âCan you trace the tipster?â
âThe call came from a clean phone into our anonymous tip line. That, with the DNA from the rape kit, was enough for a warrant approved by DDA Becker and Judge Adison. And please letâs not forget, Bertolino lied about having sex with the victim.â
âHe did not lie. He refused to answer the question,â Tommy said, restraining himself and letting Leslie continue her assault.
âSo, what do you think now?â she demanded.
âIt could have been a setup. Juryâs still out,â Gallina said.
âIt stinks and you know it.â
Leslie Sager let that hang in the air. Then she dropped the bomb.
âTry this on for size, Lieutenant. This came across my desk this morning. If you hadnât been so busy patting yourself on the back, you might have seen it.â
The DDA opened a manila envelope and pulled out a nine-by-twelve photo of a ghoulish severed thigh. âThis body part was found on an island in the middle of the L.A. River.â She pushed the photo across the table to Lieutenant Gallina.
The severed, tattooed thigh had been photographed on a stainless steel examination table under a harsh light.
âA homeless man had the joy of discovering this and almost drowned because of it. When the local cops pulled him out of the drink, the man was hysterical. Heâd run off the island and almost got swept away during the storm.â She glanced down at the photo. âItâs a human thigh. Gang markings. Clean cut. Same depth of blade as at Vista Haven. Thereâs a nick on the femur identical to the one left on our female victim.â Her lips pinched together hard as she delivered the final blow to Gallinaâs âcase.â
âMolloyâs crew did a preliminary dating that put the body part in the ground before Bertolino moved to Los Angeles.â
There was an extended silence in the room. Gallina glanced over his shoulder through the glass window at an unshaven Bertolino, sitting expectantly on the bench in the hallway. Gallina, resigned, broke the silence.
âWhoâs gonna handle the press?â
âThat would be you, Lieutenant. Youâre going out in front of the cameras with hat in hand. Itâs an ongoing investigation. Weâll get to the bottom of it. Youâre sure Mr. Bertolino understands the gravity of the crime and that he had to be eliminated from the process because he was the last person to see the victim alive . . . et cetera.â Her voice remained icy as she listed the other consequences.
âApologies to Mr. Bertolino and his family for any inconvenience that might have occurred because of the overzealous press coverage. Plus, if he sues, Gallina, you can stand before the city council and explain why they shouldnât pay him
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