to a full B. O. R. Since I have a thick package at PSB, I'll need a great defense.' I took a deep breath. 'I'd like you to be my defense rep.'
'What?'
'I know the timing sucks, but you'll be out of your review tomorrow and my Skelly hearing is in ten days. I need someone to be there for my supervisor's review. You were the best they ever had down at Internal Affairs. I was wondering if you'd agree to defend me.'
'I can't defend you, Shane. We're married. I'm your division commander.'
'Anybody under the rank of captain is eligible.'
'I'm the head of the Detective Bureau. That makes it an unusual circumstance. I'm invoking that clause.'
'I just thought…'
'Forget it. No way. Not gonna happen.' She stood up and looked down at me angrily. 'Honestly, Shane, sometimes I wonder what goes through your head. It's inappropriate for a division commander to be a defense rep. Even though I'm only a lieutenant, I'm still the acting head of the Bureau. It would be completely wrong for me to do it. It would skew the entire hearing.'
'Okay. Sorry I brought it up.'
'The fact that you even asked with all I'm going through, says so much more than any words could ever say.'
'You know what it says? It says I still want you on my side. We used to be a great team and I want the team back. I love you, and even though the rest of the department wants to throw you away, I still believe in you enough to put my future in your hands. That's what it says.'
She stood quietly with her back to me. When she turned, I saw tears running down her face.
Then she went quickly inside.
Chapter 24
Alexa was out of the house early. Her review with Chief Filosiani was scheduled for ten a. M. I ate breakfast alone and then looked up the number for the Police Officer's Association on my phone caddy.
At ten o'clock I walked into Jeb Calloway's office at Parker Center. He closed the door and eyed me with concern. 'I talked to Jane Sasso this morning. Your Skelly is scheduled for next Tuesday-nine a. M. That's right on the ten-day timeline guaranteed you by Paragraph Six. She's really pushing to get this done. I need to do the supervisor's interview this afternoon so her IOs have time to go through it. How's three-thirty? You're allowed to bring your defense rep and a union steward from the POA.'
'I guess that's okay,' I said. 'But I don't have a defense rep yet.'
'If I were you, I'd get one now. Either way, be back here at three-thirty. We'll go over the charge sheet first, then I'll take your statement.' He looked like a man walking on quicksand as he added, 'Alexa's office called down yesterday and said you were suspended. I think that's out of policy, but I guess we can transfer your case load anyway.'
'She rescinded that last night. She was going to call you about it.'
Jeb was still frowning as I left his office. He didn't like procedural messes. I returned to my desk and pulled out the slip of paper with the number for the POA. The amount of trouble I keep getting into, I should have it on permanent speed dial. After I got through to the union, I was transferred to the steward section. I asked for Bill Utley, who had sat in for the union on my last I. A. performance beef. I was told he was out of the office, so I left my name and the time of my supervisor's review in Jeb's office. Then I scanned the charge sheet into my computer and e-mailed it to him.
Since I was technically still on the job and it was only ten-thirty, I decided to use up my remaining time by heading back out to Cartco. On the way, I called Secada.
'What d'you have going on this morning?' I asked.
'I'm meeting with my defense rep and POA steward, trying to get prepped for my supervisor meeting.'
'Can you meet me out at Cartco in an hour?'
'This is a bad morning, Shane.'
'You need to hear what I've got to say, and I don't trust my cell. I'll have you back in the office by one.'
'Roger that,' she said and hung up.
I had a plan in mind, which was legally sort of out there. But if I didn't get some traction soon, we were both going down in flames.
I drove to a Best Buy in Glendale and purchased a new Black-Berry that was identical to Roger Dahl's and the one Wade Wyatt had used when I pulled him over in his dad's Ferrari. I got back in my car and plugged it into the car cigarette lighter to charge as I drove. When I arrived at Penrose Avenue, I parked across the street from the container factory and waited. At eleven-fifteen Secada pulled in. She was driving her personally owned vehicle, known in the profession as a POV. Thankfully, she had left the conspicuous black-and-white slick-back at the motor pool.
She got out of her green SUV Suburban and crossed to my MDX. 'Your car looks like shit. When're you gonna get some of this body work done?' she asked as she got in.
'That's way down on my to-do list right now,' I snapped.
'Don't bite my head off. What's up?'
I told her about Tito Morales winning the million-dollar contest prize.
After I finished I saw a look of disappointment on her beautiful face.
'I can't believe he is in on this.' She considered the information and then added sadly, 'Man, I thought he was going to be a true carnal. Another one bites the dust.'
I couldn't tell her what I had on my mind, because it was a little shady and she had already informed me that she didn't like to lie. Instead, I told her I thought it was time to have a little talk with Wade Wyatt. I wanted to give him a push and I needed her help. After I finished telling her what I wanted her to do, she was frowning-and I hadn't even told her the best part. She glanced at her watch but reluctantly agreed to stick around and help, providing she could get back downtown by two.
Wade Wyatt kept very gentlemanly work hours. He tooled the silver McLaren into the lot at eleven-forty, opened the gull wing door, and stepped out wearing tennis whites and carrying a beautiful, black alligator briefcase. He started toward the administration building. I had reparked and was now sitting alone in my car, only two spaces away. Before he could get to his building, I was out of the Acura and intercepted him halfway up the path.
'Am I supposed to know you?' he asked. The same look of entitlement I'd seen three nights ago, firmly in place.
'I see you got your car back from the Church of Destruction. Is the suspension all fixed the way you wanted it?' Not reaching for my badge, watching to see if he figured it out. It took him a minute, but he got there.
'Oh yeah.' He shook his head and grinned. It was a very endearing smile. 'Dude, between us, I was totally surprised you didn't pop me for speeding. I was boned… going way too fast. But it's too late now. You missed your window.'
'We've got more important things we need to discuss,' I said.
'Look, Mister whatever your name is…'
'Detective Shane Scully.'
'Here's a sad but pertinent fact. You and I don't even live on the same planet, okay? We don't eat the same kind of food or drink the same kind of booze. We don't lay the same kind of women. We got nothing-absolutely nothing-in common. It closely follows, therefore, that we have nothing to discuss.'
'Wanta bet?' I grinned at him, trying for my own endearing little smile, although it probably came off more like Jack the Ripper in mid-kill-chop.
'How 'bout a hundred?' he said, arrogantly. 'Or is that too big a bet for a guy only making forty grand a year?' He tried to move past me as if with that insult, the discussion was definitely over.
'A hundred sounds good,' I told him.
Wyatt turned back, surprised. 'You kidding?'
'I think I can keep you conversationally entertained for a while, so you're on.'
