off the elevator.
'Tony came through,' she said.
'Great.'
She nodded, but looked worried. We walked down the hall to where Broadway and Perry were seated in the chief's outer office with Lieutenant Cubio.
Cubio always reminded me of a Latin street G-short and dangerous, with a dark complexion and spiked black hair. But he spoke four languages and had thrown himself in front of more than one pissed-off superior to protect his troops. He was a Glass House legend and Detective Division fave.
The three men stood as we arrived. Bea Tompson, the hawk-faced guardian of the chief's time and space had already announced us.
Tony came to the door with his jacket off and motioned us inside. The office was spacious, but sparsely decorated. His gray metal furniture was all from the Xerox catalog and was pushed up against the walls giving the room the look of a dance studio. A huge window that looked out over the city dominated the east wall.
'I read your briefing.' Tony said, facing me. 'You guys sure you wanta do this? Homeland plays rough. They can skirt my authority pretty easy. I might not be able to cover you if it gets nasty.'
'Yes sir. We want to do this,' I said, glancing at Broadway and Perry who both nodded in agreement.
'Okay. Armando, gimme your take,' Tony said. 'What's really going on with these humps over at Homeland?'
'Sir, I've told you about the embassy and consulate leaks, but bad as that is, in my opinion it's just a symptom, not the disease. There's more at stake here than just leaks or who killed this Israeli national. It's also more than some foreign embassy rogues going off the reservation. Something dangerous is shifting the ground, and we're completely in the dark. We gotta find a way to get in the game or risk being set up and embarrassed.'
Tony looked at me then held up my case notes. 'Your brief says you think there may be a roving bug planted on the three of you. Is that right?'
'That's what Roger and Emdee think.' We told him about finding the transmitter on the Fairlane and our suspicions that it was planted by the feds.
'Man, I've got a big problem with that whole new roving bug idea,' Tony said. 'How do you supervise it?' He looked at Alexa. 'You got an electronic sweep going on our shop? Computers, phones, everything?'
'Yes, sir. Sam Oxman in the Electronic Services Division is handling it. Top priority. I had him sweep your office first thing this morning. So far he's found nothing.'
Tony looked at us for a long moment, rocking back and forth on oxblood loafers that were shined to a diamond brilliance.
'Okay, good,' he finally said. 'I'm gonna authorize you guys to work on the Martin Kobb murder. I agree something ain't right here. I'll tell ya this much. If we find bugs in this building, I'm gonna go ballistic. If the FBI or anybody else in the Justice Department is planting bugs on a sister agency, then all bets are off. Whatever happens from this point on, only the six of us will be involved. I want everybody to keep your phone and e-mail communications to a minimum, and if you do use 'em keep it vague. Talk between the lines until our electronic sweep is complete. Also, we've got some new scrambled SAT phones in ESD. They're state-of-the-art and can't be breached. Lieutenant Scully will get one for each of us. We gotta assume we're wide open here. Only discuss the case outside this building or on those secure ESD phones.'
'Sir?' I said, and Tony turned to face me.
'I need to be reassigned off the Fingertip task force. Agent Underwood has me on files and communications. I'm not supposed to leave the building.'
'Pissed him off, didn't ya?' I didn't answer, so Tony said, 'Okay. You're reassigned. Where's your partner? You probably want him on this with you.'
I looked over at Alexa.
'He's on medical leave right now. I don't think he's currently available,' she said.
'Alright. Shane, you're temporarily reassigned to CTB. You'll work out of their offices under Lieutenant Cubio's supervision. That's it,' Tony said.
We waited in the hallway outside the chief's office while Alexa remained behind for a short operations meeting.
Cubio was frowning. 'I don't like R. A. Virtue,' the lieutenant said. 'Never trust some asshole who uses initials instead of a name. Besides that, he's got a very unique take on the law.' Not exactly news to three cops who just spent ten hours locked up in the Tishman Building.
The chief's door opened and Alexa came out. 'Okay, it's done. I'll notify Underwood.'
I headed down to CTB with Roger, Emdee, and Armando.
'You really think somebody has a wire inside this division?' the lieutenant asked, as we entered his office. He started scanning the walls as if some high-tech bug might actually be beeping there, ominously.
'Could be,' Broadway said.
'Then let's get outta here until ESD finishes with this floor.'
He led us down to the lobby and half a block away to an outdoor restaurant. We sat on hot metal stools in the late afternoon sun and ordered coffee.
'One thing I want you guys to know,' Cubio said. 'Whatever is happening with Homeland, there's still a dead patrolman in the mix. When a brother officer gets shot somebody's got to pay the price.' His face hardened. 'Kobb's murder might be ten years old, but somebody has to go down for it.'
The next morning, while Broadway and Perry ran an extensive background on Davide Andrazack, using something they referred to as covert resources, I visited the Records Division on the third basement level of the Glass House and started digging out the case notes filed by the two sets of detectives who worked on Kobb's murder. In 1995 nobody filed old cases on computer disks so there was a ton of paper.
The two primaries who caught the original squeal were Steve Otto and Cindy Blackman from the Internal Affairs Division. Back then IAD handled all cop killings. Under the current scheme, police officer shootings were investigated by Homicide Special. Otto and Blackman were finally replaced after the '01 reorganization, and Al Nye and Salvador Paoluccia from Homicide Special got the case.
That was before I was transferred here, but I knew Sal from my time in the Valley. He had a good sense of humor, loved baseball, was a popular guy, but was sort of a screw around. He was no longer assigned to Homicide Special.
Chapter 32
I found a desk and started plowing through the reams of case notes. Otto and Blackman were thorough and meticulous. Detective Blackman had neat handwriting with a slight, backward slant and she drew cute, feminine circles over her I's, something I'm sure heckling, fellow officers had broken her of by now. Otto printed in bold, angry, slashing strokes. You could tell a lot about detectives from their paperwork. It was apparent from the thorough nature of their notes that they had desperately wanted to clear this case and had worked it vigorously.
In 2001, Paoluccia and Nye took over. By then it was officially a cold case-a grounder that had rolled foul. Nobody wanted it because there wasn't much chance it would ever be solved. Sal and Al had done what is known commonly in police parlance, as a drive-by investigation. Their notes and case write-ups looked slap dash. What it amounted to was they had blown it a kiss and moved on. Kobb's wife had left L. A. after his death and gone back to Iowa. She died a year later of ovarian cancer.
Even though I knew Detective Paoluccia, I decided I'd skip getting in touch with Sal and Al and would contact the more thorough team of Otto and Blackman.
As I paged through Detective Blackman's background notes some interesting things caught my attention. First and foremost, Martin Kobb was a second-generation Russian-American. His original family name, before it was shortened, had been Kobronovitch.
First I find Andrazack, a dead Russian dumped in the river. Then ex-KGB agent Stanislov Bambarak comes limping into his funeral on swollen ankles to make sure Andrazack's actually dead. Now I find out Kobb was
