Boldt asked, 'What's so complicated about your helping me get those files?'
Shoswitz's eyes flashed darkly and his nostrils flared. He stopped his pacing and stared at his former sergeant in an all-too-familiar angry glare. 'Without the investigating officer or officers present, it would hardly be appropriate-'
'They're out sick,' Boldt pointed out.
'My point, exactly!'
'Their decision, not mine. Not yours! What are you suggesting, we delay all active investigations? We delay an investigation into the assault of a fellow officer in order to appease the Blue Fluers?'
'Don't use that term in this office.'
'It's a sickout, Phil. What's the-'
'It's more complicated than that,' Shoswitz complained, interrupting.
'Not to me it isn't,' Boldt argued. 'I need someone to stand up for what happened to Liz and I need a look at your files. Explain how any of that's complicated.'
Shoswitz glared and returned to his aimless pacing, reminding Boldt of a pit bull in a cage.
He pushed away his personal concerns over Liz and the blue brick-Shoswitz wasn't going to help him there- and tried to stay focused on gaining access to the paperwork he deemed crucial to the Sanchez investigation. A burglary was handled by the uniform who responded to the call. Typically, he or she conducted a short interview, inspected the scene, and filled out a report, leaving the victim to deal with the insurance underwriter. Detectives in the Burglary unit shuffled these reports, looking for possible pattern crimes or anything of substance that might connect up with information from snitches or fences they'd squeezed. They did far less field work than their counterparts in Homicide, Special Assaults, or Organized Crime, because a single, unconnected burglary was not worth a detective's time-the likelihood of recovering and returning the stolen property was infinitesimal. Boldt needed Shoswitz to access his unit's case files. He would also need the man's outright cooperation if he were to round up all the recent burglary reports from the three other precincts. Shoswitz could pull this off with a couple calls to the other houses. But his entire team had walked out with the Fluers, and he seemed bound and determined to protect them. It didn't come as a complete surprise to Boldt-Shoswitz was a guild player through and through, even though his rank of captain and the existing management contract prevented him from following the guild's lead.
'Is this for you or Matthews?' Shoswitz asked sarcastically.
Any detective was practiced in the art of changing subjects, but Shoswitz had not been in the field in years. His attempt to derail Boldt succeeded only because it stabbed for the heart.
Boldt knew not to get sucked into this, but his mouth betrayed him. 'What the hell does that mean?' he fired off indignantly.
'She's lead on Sanchez, not you, right?'
'So?'
'So who's here asking for favors?' Shoswitz asked rhetorically. 'It means what it means.'
'Which is?' Boldt asked.
'Lou, do I have to spell it out?'
'You have to spell it out,' Boldt assured him. His face burned. His mouth had gone dry. Phil Shoswitz had been a friend for years-and here he was questioning Boldt's loyalty to his wife and family.
Shoswitz continued working that sore elbow. 'You two… you work well together,' he said, drawing out the statement and meeting eyes with Boldt, who felt a hollow sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. 'She dumped that rich guy for good, I hear.'
'There's nothing there, Phil. Leave it alone.'
'Of course not.'
'You're pissing me off here, Phil.'
'How do you think I feel-we all feel-about your current enthusiasm for the job?'
Politics. It hit him like cold water down the back. He had not expected Shoswitz to be so blatant in his support for Krishevski. Boldt felt stunned. Another ally down, and this one still wearing the badge, still working in the office. A friend. How many others on the job felt similarly? he wondered. How much internal sabotage was taking place in support of the Flu? 'You were guild secretary for five years. I understand that, Phil.' He tried to remind the man, 'But you and I-we're not only bound by a different contract, we're bound by friendship. We're not guild members. Not anymore. Are we still friends?'
Shoswitz huffed. Half a laugh. Half a groan. 'This new chief shouldn't be playing games with people's wallets. Big mistake. Look at us,' he said, indicating himself and Boldt. 'Would we be here arguing like this if it wasn't for him?'
'He's new.'
'He's a jerk. What does someone from Philadelphia know about this town?'
'He's one of the best in the country. We both know that.'
'Strange way of showing it,' Shoswitz said. 'Pulling overtime. Cutting out off-duty work. It's asinine!'
'A stadium went over budget. You want asinine? You look at Liz's left forearm!' Boldt fired off. 'They brought this into my house, Phil. They crossed a line.'
'Agreed,' Shoswitz said quickly. 'You have no argument from me there.'
'Don't I?'
'Meaning?'
Boldt said, 'Tell Krishevski to bring forward whoever's responsible.'
'I'm forbidden from contacting Krishevski or anyone involved in the… absenteeism,' Shoswitz reminded him. 'Another wonderful decision from our new chief.'
'Krishevski will start a war, he keeps this up. Blue against Blue. What's that about? That has no place on this job!'
'No one wants that.'
'Tell that to Liz. Or Sanchez. She's got her head screwed down so she can't move, Phil. She's a pair of eyeballs at the moment. Have you been to visit her? Has anyone? Where the hell is everyone? What if it was me or you who'd taken that fall? What does it take to get people back on the job?'
'Promises,' Shoswitz said. 'That's where Mac Krishevski comes in. He's playing both sides of the fence, Lou. He has to.'
'Yeah? Well he should keep the bricks on his side of the fence.'
A hard silence settled between them along with the looks of betrayal from both men.
'These files,' Shoswitz cautioned. 'Tread lightly. No one on this squad is going to want to hear that you're nosing around in their files. It doesn't look right, a Homicide Lieu stepping in and taking over a CAProp case.'
'I can't be worried about that.'
'You need to be.'
'No, I don't. What I need is those files. You have the authority to round them up for me.' Boldt pressed, 'I need you to do that. I need to see if the Sanchez assault fits into any kind of pattern your boys may have on the books.'
'Why do you think we file in triplicate?' Shoswitz asked.
The Public Safety Building housed administration for all of SPD. Boldt understood the message. 'They're here? Copies of all those reports are already here, regardless of precinct?'
Shoswitz said, 'Where else?'
'You'll request them for me?'
'They'll be on your desk in an hour,' Shoswitz said. 'But this conversation never took place. You thought of this on your own. You pulled a favor from someone in the boneyard. You play this however you want, but my name doesn't come up.'
'Priorities,' Boldt said. 'How long do you support a guy like Krishevski?'
'To each their own,' added Phil Shoswitz.
'Yeah, sure,' Boldt said in disgust. 'Who are your own, Phil? These guys who walked off their beats? Or Sanchez over there in the hospital doing staring contests with the ceiling tiles?'
'Be careful, Lou. You say that kind of thing in the wrong company and you won't be making any friends.'
'Are you the wrong company, Phil?'
