Pete Garcia checked Charles Lewis Washington for a pulse and shook his head, no, there was none.
I pressed the fast-forward again and we watched the men moving and talking at high speed, like in a cartoon. Riggens left the shop, then came back with a paper bag. He took a gun out of the bag. He put it in Charles Lewis Washington's hand. I said, 'There's the gun, Lou.'
Lou Poitras reached out and touched the off button, and the merciful blue reappeared. 'How'd you get this?'
'Mark Thurman and I stole it from Eric Dees's garage.'
'How'd Dees get it?'
'A gangbanger in South Central named Akeem D'Muere has the original. He's using it to blackmail Dees and the REACT team into supporting his drug trade.' I told him how Akeem D'Muere owned the Premier Pawn Shop, how he had had a surveillance camera installed, and how he had forced the Washington family to drop their suit against the city to protect Dees's team.
Poitras said, 'Okay. What's all this got to do with you and the charges against you?'
I gave him the rest of it, from the time Jennifer Sheridan hired me to James Edward Washington and Ray Depente and Cool T, and being set up by Eric Dees and the Eight-Deuce Gangster Boys so it would look like I was trying to pull down a drug deal. Poitras said, 'That's shit. Why set you up? Why not just kill you?'
'Akeem's a killer, but Dees isn't. He got into this mess trying to cover up for his people because of what happened to Charles Lewis Washington, and he's been looking for a way to get out. He's trying to control Akeem. He doesn't want to make it worse. He just wants to survive it.'
Poitras's face split with a feral grimace. 'What a great guy.'
'Yep.'
'So what's the deal?'
'All charges against Joe and myself are dropped, and the city has to do right by the Washington family.'
Poitras shook his head, and the grimace came back. 'You and Pike we can handle, but when you start talking a wrongful-death suit, you're talking the mayor's office and the city council. You know what that's like. They're gonna ask how much. They're going to try to weasel.'
'Weaseling isn't in the deal. They have to negotiate in good faith. No weaseling, no disrespect.'
Lou said, 'Jesus Christ, they're lawyers. Weaseling is all they know how to do.'
'If the Washingtons sue, they'll win big. The city can fight them and drag it out, but they'll still win and the city will look bad because of the fight. So will the department. Do it my way, and no one has to know about the deal. The department can claim they uncovered the tape as a result of an internal investigation, and use going public as proof that the police can be trusted to wash their own dirty laundry. The city makes a big deal out of apologizing to the Washingtons, and everybody ends up looking like a hero. Jesus Christ, Lou, those people have lost two sons.'
Poitras gave a shrug. 'I don't think they'll go for it, but I'll try. What else?'
I said, 'Thurman skates and stays on the job.'
Poitras's face went as flat as a stone wall. 'Every one of these officers is taking the hard fall. Every one of them will do time.'
'Not Thurman. You can fine him, you can demote him, whatever you want, but he stays on the job.'
Poitras's eyes sort of flickered and his sport coat pulled across his shoulders as his muscles swelled. A fine ribbon-work of veins appeared on his forehead. I have known Lou Poitras for almost ten years, and I couldn't recall having seen him so angry. 'These guys shit on the badge, Hound Dog. I don't want guys like this in my department.'
'Thurman's young, Lou. He didn't have a hand in it. You saw.'
'He's sworn to protect. That means you protect even from other officers. He just stood there.'
'He froze. His team is like his family. Dees is like a father. He wants a second chance.'
'Fuck him.'
'You get four out of five, Lou. That's the way it works.'
Lou Poitras's jaw danced and rippled and he looked at the tape in the VCR, maybe thinking he should just take the tape, but maybe not, maybe thinking he should just arrest my ass. But maybe not. He let out a deep, hissing breath and his jacket smoothed as the heavy muscles in his shoulders and chest relaxed. Making peace with it. He said, 'Okay. Maybe we can make it fly. I'll have to run it up the line. It'd help if I had the tape.'
'Sorry, Lou. It's all I've got.'
He nodded and put his hands in his pockets. Wouldn't have to shake hands with me, his hands in his pockets. 'You going to be around?'
'No place in particular. We escaped fugitives lead nomadic lives.'
'Yeah. I guess you do.' He thought about it, then said, 'Call me at one o'clock. If I'm not in the office, Griggs will be there. I should know by then.'
'Okay, Lou. Thanks.' I took the tape from the VCR and we went out to the showroom toward the door. You could look out the glass there. You could see the cars, and who was in the cars. Poitras said, 'Is that Thurman?'
'Yeah.'
He stared at Thurman with empty eyes. He wet his lips and he stared.
