face, and Hardwick shrugged. “There’s nothing we can do about your case. It’s tainted. It’s all garbage. I can’t have Wilkes loo king into it because he’s got the Cosway case being looked into by IA as well. So I’ve got Nelson’s team going over the entire case to see if she can find anything new.”
“But if she’s basing her new findings off my old case notes then her findings would be corrupt as well. That won’t work either.”
“There’s not a lot we can do. I know he was one of your closest friends but right now Levinson has left us royally fucked. It’s a gamble. There’s nothing new we can do. Just hope to God that the fact that this man attacked children will outweigh the illegal means through which we captured him.”
“Either that, or hope that if he goes free a pissed off parent will take justice into their own hands.”
“He better not get free,” Hardwick said. “For all our sakes. You think we have image issues right now? Hell . . . you better hope to God that man doesn’t go free. Or else then we’re all fucked.”
“What about the wife?” Parks asked, the thought just coming to him.
“What about her?”
“He attacked her. Plus, you can’t tell me she didn’t or doesn’t know things that could be used against him. I could talk to her?”
“You, will have nothing to do with anything having to do with the Kozlov case from here on out. But it’s a solid idea. I’ll make sure she’s approached.”
Parks breathed deeply but knew she was right. If they wanted this bastard locked up for life then there was nothing he could do about it. He had to play by the rules of the game. And right now he was very close to going over the edge.
“All right. Just let me know if there is anything else I can help you with.”
“You know I will. Now go help Wilkes.”
* * *
“So the cause of death is . . .?” Wilkes stood over Amy T anaka as she did her best to examine the body that had been called in by the building super at a little after six that evening. The deceased had been identified as thirty-four-year-old Ian Harris, an up-and-coming photographer who had recently been receiving accolades for his eccentric and somewhat extravagant setups that were planned down to the most-minute detail. His most-noted piece of work thus far in his short-lived career was a photo spread he did for Vanity Fair with the cast of Twilight, recreating the famous dinner scene from The Thin Man, even though most fans of Team Edward vs. Team Jacob probably had no idea who or what The Thin Man was. The photograph was detailed and dated to look as if it had been taken during the 1930s. Each actor was dressed in authentically recreated costumes with numerous trinkets and clues spread about the picture to give hints related to who the actors were in real life, who their famous Twilight characters were, and who the killer at the crowded dinner table was. That was if the observer was willing to put the time and patience into scrutinizing the photo to find the answer. Rumor had it that Harris had just been hired to reassemble the Harry Potter cast, though nothing had been officially announced and usually never was until the photo was revealed.
“No comment,” Tanaka replied as she lifted the orange reflective glasses from her face having finished observing the body for biologicals.
“You’re not a damn celebrity,” Wilkes shot back.
“Hold your horses,” Tanaka snapped while jotting down several notes.
Wilkes wasn’t her favorite person to work with, but she had never let that stop her from doing her job. She was, as always and no matter what, a true professional. That also happened to be Wilkes’s problem. He was a professional pain in the ass as far as most were concerned. Not that he didn’t have his pluses. He closed cases. And quite often. It was because of his ability to
“But if she’s basing her new findings off my old case notes then her findings would be corrupt as well. That won’t work either.”
“There’s not a lot we can do. I know he was one of your closest friends but right now Levinson has left us royally fucked. It’s a gamble. There’s nothing new we can do. Just hope to God that the fact that this man attacked children will outweigh the illegal means through which we captured him.”
“Either that, or hope that if he goes free a pissed off parent will take justice into their own hands.”
“He better not get free,” Hardwick said. “For all our sakes. You think we have image issues right now? Hell . . . you better hope to God that man doesn’t go free. Or else then we’re all fucked.”
“What about the wife?” Parks asked, the thought just coming to him.
“What about her?”
“He attacked her. Plus, you can’t tell me she didn’t or doesn’t know things that could be used against him. I could talk to her?”
“You, will have nothing to do with anything having to do with the Kozlov case from here on out. But it’s a solid idea. I’ll make sure she’s approached.”
Parks breathed deeply but knew she was right. If they wanted this bastard locked up for life then there was nothing he could do about it. He had to play by the rules of the game. And right now he was very close to going over the edge.
“All right. Just let me know if there is anything else I can help you with.”
“You know I will. Now go help Wilkes.”
* * *
“So the cause of death is . . .?” Wilkes stood over Amy T anaka as she did her best to examine the body that had been called in by the building super at a little after six that evening. The deceased had been identified as thirty-four-year-old Ian Harris, an up-and-coming photographer who had recently been receiving accolades for his eccentric and somewhat extravagant setups that were planned down to the most-minute detail. His most-noted piece of work thus far in his short-lived career was a photo spread he did for Vanity Fair with the cast of Twilight, recreating the famous dinner scene from The Thin Man, even though most fans of Team Edward vs. Team Jacob probably had no idea who or what The Thin Man was. The photograph was detailed and dated to look as if it had been taken during the 1930s. Each actor was dressed in authentically recreated costumes with numerous trinkets and clues spread about the picture to give hints related to who the actors were in real life, who their famous Twilight characters were, and who the killer at the crowded dinner table was. That was if the observer was willing to put the time and patience into scrutinizing the photo to find the answer. Rumor had it that Harris had just been hired to reassemble the Harry Potter cast, though nothing had been officially announced and usually never was until the photo was revealed.
“No comment,” Tanaka replied as she lifted the orange reflective glasses from her face having finished observing the body for biologicals.
“You’re not a damn celebrity,” Wilkes shot back.
“Hold your horses,” Tanaka snapped while jotting down several notes.
Wilkes wasn’t her favorite person to work with, but she had never let that stop her from doing her job. She was, as always and no matter what, a true professional. That also happened to be Wilkes’s problem. He was a professional pain in the ass as far as most were concerned. Not that he didn’t have his pluses. He closed cases. And quite often. It was because of his ability to
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