'It's true.'
'Yeah, but something happened you're not telling me about.'
'Maureen's a pro,' Chris said. 'You have nothing to worry about.'
He didn't have to dodge or add to that. They were in the parking structure now, Greta looking around. She said, 'I left it right in this aisle, I know I did. It's a light-blue Ford Escort.' After a while she said, 'Shit. Somebody stole my car. Is that possible, a block from the police station?'
'They get stolen closer to it than that,' Chris said.
They walked back to 1300, into the Clinton Street entrance and the dismal lobby that belonged to the First Precinct. At the counter Greta told the sergeant wearing a white uniform shirt her car had been stolen just two blocks from here, an '84 Ford Escort, light blue, license number 709-G something, like GTN. Or, wait, maybe it was 907. The sergeant asked to see her registration. Greta told him it was in the car, in the glove compartment. The sergeant said he would have to have proof of ownership before he could make out a report. Greta said, 'You saw me here the other day, didn't you? You know who I am. You think I'm lying? It's got brand-new snow tires on it I bought at Sears instead of leaving this dumb town like I should've.'
Chris, standing on one foot and then the other, said, 'Sergeant, why don't you quit acting like a hard-on and just write the report. So we can get out of here.'
The sergeant, in his starched white bodyshirt, looked at Chris and said, 'From what I understand you're already out of here. I don't need any grief from you. I'll write the report when I know to my satisfaction a vehicle owned and operated by this lady's been stolen. I'd be a lieutenant right now if I hadn't filled out a PCR one time containing false information that could've been verified.'
Chris said, 'I'm surprised you're not a commander by now.'
The desk sergeant said, 'You ought to know better than that.'
Chris said, 'What I mean is, you're hard-assed enough to be one.'
He drove Greta home in his dad's '87 Cadillac Seville, maroon with gold pinstriping. Greta didn't comment on the car or appear to wonder how he could afford to own it. On the way across West Fort Street, past warehouses and railroad freight yards, the Ambassador Bridge arching across to Canada in the car's windshield, she pinned him down.
'Are you gonna tell me what happened?'
'What do you want to know?'
'Before, you said you'd been taken off the case. And then that cop said something about your being out. Out of here. What'd he mean by that?'
'I've been suspended,' Chris said.
'What does that mean?'
'I'm no longer a police officer. Until, if and when I'm reinstated.'
'They kicked you out? Why?'
'You want the official reason or the real one?'
'Both.'
'The real reason is because I put Woody in jail. His lawyer called the mayor's office and they dropped it on the department. Get the assault charge against Woody withdrawn on the grounds he was the one assaulted, not you, that he was defending himself and I overreacted and used force without due cause.'
Greta said, 'Wait a minute, he raped me.'
'I'm not talking about the sexual assault, you can still press that one. I mean the one that put you in the hospital. The lawyer threatened to sue the police department and the city, this is on the grounds that Woody was falsely arrested, unless the charge against him is withdrawn and I'm suspended from the force subject to dismissal.'
Greta said, 'A rapist can do that?'
'I guess if you're from one of the right families or your lawyer is.'
'Why take it out on you?'
'They got mad. You go after who you can get.'
'That's the real reason. What's the official one?'
'They gave it to my commander, find some excuse to dump me, and he did. I've been suspended indefinitely and told to keep my mouth shut, pending a board hearing.'
'For what?'
'Having a residence outside the city limits.'
'You're kidding. You have to live in Detroit?'
'It's one of the rules.'
'Then why don't you?'
'I did till last Saturday. It's a long story.' There was a silence. Chris said, 'It's not that long a story, but if I told you about it you'd give me one of your funny looks. And I want you to have confidence in me. You'll have Maureen, but I'll be around too, in case you need me.'
'Why?'
'Because I want to help you.'
'Yeah, but why, if it's not your job?' She put her hand on his arm and said, ' I got you fired. My God, I just realized that.'
'No, you didn't, Woody did. Don't feel bad or give it another thought, okay? It's my problem and I'll handle it one way or another, depending on how chickenshit the department wants to be. But what it shows us, more than anything, is how much clout Woody's got. What'll happen, you'll probably hear from Woody's lawyer, thinking you've already signed the complaint, and he'll ask you to come in. You say no thanks. So then he'll give you a bunch of shit on the phone how it saddens him a nice girl like you is gonna get dragged through a lot of unnecessary mud. He'll probably tell you he has witnesses who'll swear you made the moves on Woody, took him to bed.'
'Then I wouldn't have a chance, huh?'
'If you go to trial they'll do everything they can to make you look bad. You have to consider that. The lawyer could even give Woody a Bible to read in court, I've seen it. But he's gonna have months to work on you, the lawyer, before you ever go to trial, if you do, and I'm sure he'll try to scare the hell out of you.'
Greta said, 'I won't answer the phone if it rings.'
She was afraid already. Chris could hear it in her voice.
'Maureen'll get the names of everybody who was at that swimming party, see what they have to say. One or two might have it in for Woody, for some reason love the idea of putting it to him. I told Maureen I might talk with Mark Ricks after she got through with him. Maureen said okay, just don't tell me about it.'
Greta said, 'How can you, if you're suspended?'
'I'd talk to him man to man,' Chris said. 'Ask him what the deal is, if he pimps for his brother.'
'He'd never admit it.'
'He might, it's how you ask. He might even think being a pimp is cool. I remember Mark Ricks from way back, but I don't remember Woody, so I didn't associate the name right away.'
'You know Mark?'
'I'd see him at school, when I was at U of M. You couldn't miss him, he loved to make speeches. Maureen'll talk to him first. Also find out who his friend is, Robin, if we need her. . . . You don't know anything about her, if she's an actress, maybe was in one of his plays?'
'That could be,' Greta said. 'She was kind of a showy type. Way older than the other girls, but had a nice figure.'
'How old?'
'I'll bet close to forty.'
'You said Mark picked her up at Brownie's. . . . How did Robin get to Woody's? She ride in the limo?'
'She had her own car there.'
'What kind?'
'A VW. I remember, 'cause I was so surprised when Mark went with her. He drove.'
'And you rode in the limo.'
'Four of us, with Woody and his fur coat.'
