think we need to start looking into Wade Wyatt and Mike Church's recent history of personal grief, see how many trips to Forest Lawn these two have made lately.'
'Shane, we're gonna both be suspended,' she said. 'We've got too many power players lined up against us. This isn't going to get finished, at least not by us. We're gonna get shut down.'
'Hey, Scout, no backing out. Don't forget it was you who got me into this. Besides…'
'If you say, we don't need no stinking badges, I'll shoot you right here in the front seat of my own damn car,' she said.
'I was gonna say, the only good thing about these people is they're extremely powerful and they have too many face cards. They already know they're the winners.'
'How does that help?'
'They won't be expecting us to attack.'
Chapter 27
My union steward, Bob Utley, was seated in Sally QUInN'S chair across from my desk when I got back to the fifth floor of Parker Center. Utley was one of those overweight guys with a Santa Claus face who looked so friendly I always felt like telling him my life story and what I wanted for Christmas. He was only a reserve officer now, but back when he was still on the job full time, he'd once walked into a bank in Glendale and foiled a holdup in progress. Guns flashed, and before it was over, he'd shot four guys and killed two. According to the security cameras, it all happened in less than forty seconds. Still the department fast-gun record. But the incident finished him as a street cop. He lost his edge after that, became a Protestant lay minister, and went into administrative affairs. Now he was spending a lot of his time as a Police Officer's Association steward. I liked him as my union rep because he was polite in internal reviews and didn't further exacerbate the messes I'd already made. Also, Bob knew his cop law. He could pick the inaccuracies out of a supervisor's report like raisins from a bran muffin.
'Not much backup material here,' he said, thumbing through the charge sheet I'd e-mailed him as I dropped my butt in the chair across from him.
'It's an insubordination case where I never had any face time with the supervisor I supposedly dissed. That's bound to cut down on the affidavits and source material.'
'Who's your defense rep?'
'Don't have one yet.'
'Mistake.'
'Yeah, well I think you and I can stumble through this review. Jeb Calloway's a good boss. He isn't gonna peel me. He knows this complaint is bullshit.'
'Listen, Shane, it's a big mistake to count on a supervisor's loyalty. This guy works for the command structure. His job here today is to kick your ass for Jane Sasso. If he fails to do that he's gonna end up getting his own sixth-floor enema. You need a defense rep.'
'Well, I don't have one, okay? I'm gonna get one later. If you think it's such a mistake, let's just postpone.'
'We can't postpone. You had three days' notice. You should've lined up somebody to represent you. I'm a lowly POA steward. I'm just here to protect your union rights. My job isn't to defend you against the actual charges.'
'We'll get through it okay.'
He looked unhappy. 'You hope.' He leaned back in the chair and said, 'Let's just go through the essentials here, before we go in.' He cleared his throat. 'You got the transmittal letter and charge sheet by certified mail?'
'No, it was hand delivered.'
'You got a signature receipt on that?'
'My wife took the stuff. I wasn't home.'
Bob leaned forward in his chair. His head came up. 'Good, good. That's a violation of your rights. You're supposed to be personally served and there needs to be a signature receipt with your name on it attesting to that fact. Your wife can't sign for you. That's one for our side.'
I smiled. He didn't. 'The Skelly is scheduled for next Tuesday, ten working days from receipt of notice, so I'm putting a checkmark on that.' 'Right.'
'All copies of written material to be used in your case were supplied to you in a timely fashion?'
'Got nothing but the charge sheet.'
'Okay.' He pulled a fax out of the file. 'What's this then? It was delivered to me an hour ago but isn't in the charge sheet.' He read it aloud. 'Failure of good behavior outside of duty hours, which is of such a nature as to cause discredit to the appointing authority. What's that?'
'I don't know.' I thought about it. 'Okay. Maybe it was the thing on Abbot Kinney Boulevard.'
'The thing on Abbot Kinney? Be specific, man. What're you talking about?'
'The head of the Valley Homicide unit, Lieutenant Brian Devine, pulled me over after work, then yanked me out of my car and after that it got a little physical. We both unholstered.'
'I'm sorry, what?! You drew down on each other?'
'It was just for a minute.'
He groaned. 'That's what it is then, but where's the affidavit from Lieutenant Devine?' He started shuffling through his folder. 'It's not in here. You got it?'
'No.'
'These fucking people. They're adding more charges after the transmittal letter. They can't do that.'
'Guess not.'
Then Jeb Calloway came out of his office and motioned to us. Bob and I stood, but he stopped me before we headed across the room to Cal's office.
'Okay. He's gonna have some Legal Affairs talent in there. Maybe somebody from Operations or the Chief Adjunct's office. Keep your tone civil, Shane.'
'I'm always civil in these things.'
'You' re whatf' He looked appalled. 'Don't make me go through the long list of shouted insults and threats of bodily harm I've witnessed.' He shook his head and said, 'Shake everybody's hands. Write their names down if we don't know them. We both have to keep track of everything that's said in there and by who. It could be extremely important later. Take your notebook. And, for God's sake, be polite. If the situation warrants, you can express frustration, but remain professional.'
'Yes, Mommy.'
We walked into Cal's office. The meeting consisted of a lieutenant named Arnold Shepard from Legal Affairs; a captain from Operations named David Detorsky; Jeb Callaway, my immediate supervisor; Bob Utley; and me. Bob looked relaxed and Santa-friendly as he eased his wide body into one of Cal's worn chairs.
'Okay,' Cal said. 'This is your supervisor hearing, Shane. The purpose is for me to lay out the charges against you and to listen to anything you might want to say in clarification prior to the Skelly next Tuesday. At your Skelly you will get to tell your side of things in detail. What we're doing here is trying to determine if there's anything that has been left out, or needs to be deleted from this case for reasons not previously disclosed.' He looked up from the cheat sheet he'd been reading and said, 'Fair enough?'
'Yep.'
'Okay. I see you don't have a defense rep. Are you arguing your own case?'
'For now. Yes, sir.'
The captain from Operations shifted in his seat. He knew I might have grounds for a complaint over this later, regardless of the fact that it was my own doing. City law is full of weird legal conundrums. They had to be careful.
'The charges against you are, one: refusal of a direct order from a deputy chief; two: malfeasance of duty…'
'Excuse me,' I interrupted. 'But where did that malfeasance crap come from?' Anger in my voice. 'What
