“Do you think that pleases me?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“My point exactly. I used to smoke right in this very room. Not because I wanted to intimidate the suspects or blow smoke in their faces, though I did that sometimes. No, the reason I smoked is because I liked it. It relaxed me. Now that they’ve passed all these new laws, I’m not allowed to light up. You hear what I’m saying?”
“I guess so.”
“In other words, the law won’t let a man relax. That bothers me. I need my smokes. So when I’m in here, I’m grumpy. I carry this cigarette with me and long to light it up. But I can’t. It’s like leading the horse to water but not letting him drink. Now I don’t want your sympathy, but I need you to understand how it is because you are already pissing me off.” He slammed his hand against the table but kept his tone even. “I’m not going to answer your questions. You’re going to answer mine. We on the same page?”
Mike said, “Maybe I should wait for my lawyer.”
“Cool.” He turned to Duncan in the corner. “Scott, do we have enough to arrest him?”
“Yes.”
“Groovy. Let’s do that. Put him in the system on a weekend. When do you think his bail hearing will be?”
Duncan shrugged. “Hours from now. Might even have to wait until the morning.”
Mike tried to keep the panic off his face. “What’s the charge?”
LeCrue shrugged. “We can come up with something, can’t we, Scott?”
“Sure.”
“So it’s up to you, Dr. Baye. You seemed in a rush to get out before. So let’s start this again and see how it plays. What were you doing at Club Jaguar?”
He could argue some more, but it felt like the wrong move. So did waiting for Tia. He wanted out. He needed to find Adam.
“I was looking for my son.”
He expected LeCrue to follow up on that, but he simply nodded and said, “You were about to get into a fight, weren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Was that going to help you find your son?”
“I was hoping it might.”
“You want to explain.”
“I was in that neighborhood last night,” he began.
“Yes, we know.”
Mike stopped. “Were you following me then too?”
LeCrue smiled, held out the cigarette as a reminder, and arched an eyebrow.
“Tell us about your son,” LeCrue said.
Warning flags shot up. Mike didn’t like this. He didn’t like the threats or being followed or any of it, but he especially didn’t like the way LeCrue asked him about his son. But again, what were his options?
“He’s missing. I thought he might be at Club Jaguar.”
“And that’s why you went there last night?”
“Yes.”
“You figured that he might be there?”
“Yes.”
Mike filled them in on pretty much everything. There was no reason not to-he had told the police the same story at the hospital and at the police station.
“Why were you so worried about him?”
“We were supposed to go to a Rangers game last night.”
“The hockey team?”
“Yes.”
“They lost, you know.”
“I didn’t.”
“Good game though. Lots of fights.” LeCrue smiled again. “I’m one of the few brothers who follows hockey. I used to love basketball but the NBA bores me now. Too many fouls, you know what I mean?”
Mike figured that this was some disruption technique. He said, “Uh-huh.”
“So when your son didn’t show up, you looked for him in the Bronx?”
“Yes.”
“And you got jumped.”
“Yes.” Then: “If you guys were watching me, how come you didn’t help?”
He shrugged. “Who said we were watching?”
Then Scott Duncan looked up and added, “Who said we didn’t help?”
Silence.
“Have you ever been to that place before?”
“Club Jaguar? No.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
“Just to be clear: You’re telling me that before last night, you’d never been to Club Jaguar?”
“Not even last night.”
“Excuse me?”
“I never made it there last night. I got jumped before I got there.”
“How did you end up in that alley anyway?”
“I was following someone.”
“Who?”
“His name is DJ Huff. He’s a classmate of my son’s.”
“So then, what you’re telling us is that you were never inside Club Jaguar before today?”
Mike tried to keep the exasperation from his voice. “That’s right. Look, Agent LeCrue, is there any way we can rush this? My son is missing. I’m worried about him.”
“Of course you are. So let’s move right along, shall we? What about Rosemary McDevitt, the president and founder of Club Jaguar?”
“What about her?”
“When was the first time you two met?”
“Today.”
LeCrue turned to Duncan. “You buy that, Scott?”
Scott Duncan lifted his hand, palm down, tilted it back and forth.
“I’m having trouble with that one too.”
“Please listen to me,” Mike said, trying to keep the pleading out of his voice. “I need to get out of here and find my son.”
“You don’t trust law enforcement?”
“I trust them. I just don’t think they see my son as a priority.”
“Fair enough. Let me ask you this. Do you know what a pharm party is? The pharm is spelled with a p-h, not an f.”
Mike thought about it. “The term is not completely unfamiliar, but I can’t place it.”
“Maybe I can help, Dr. Baye. You’re a medical doctor, isn’t that correct?”
“It is.”
“So calling you doctor is cool. I hate calling every dumb ass with a diploma ‘doctor’-Ph.D.s or chiropractors or the guy who helps me get my contact lenses at Pearle Express. You know what I mean?”
Mike tried to get him back on track. “You asked me about pharm parties?”
“Yeah, that’s right. And you’re in a rush and all and I’m just blathering away. So let me get to it. You’re a medical doctor so you understand about the ridiculous costs of pharmaceuticals, right?”
“I do.”
“So let me tell you what a pharm party is. Put simply, teens go into their parents’ medicine cabinet and steal their drugs. Nowadays every family has some prescriptions lying about-Vicodin, Adderall, Ritalin, Xanax, Prozac, OxyContin, Percocet, Demerol, Valium, you get the point. So what the teens do is, they steal them and get together and put them in a bowl or make a trail mix or whatever. That’s the candy dish. Then they get high.”
LeCrue stopped. For the first time he grabbed a chair, turned it backward, and sat with his legs straddling the back. He looked hard at Mike. Mike did not blink.
After some time passed, Mike said, “So now I know what a pharm party is.”
“Now you do. So anyway, that’s how it starts. A bunch of kids get together and figure, hey, these drugs are legal-not like dope or cocaine. Maybe little brother takes the Ritalin because he’s overactive. Dad takes OxyContin to relieve the pain from his knee operation. Whatever. They gotta be pretty safe.”
“I get it.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
