Treachery in Death edahr-40

by J. D. Robb

  “The murder of police officers is part of IAB’s investigation,” Webster pointed out.

  “Which is why this has to be a coordinated effort. You agree, Commander?”

  “Unquestionably.”

  “Lieutenant Dallas?” Tibble asked.

  “Absolutely, sir. The fact is, my team and our investigation have made considerable progress on the officer-involved homicides. I received an update from my partner on that end a short time ago, and have not yet updated the commander or passed that information to IAB. I’d like permission to do so if we’re all agreed on how these matters will proceed. Otherwise, I would be obliged to follow the letter of procedure, reporting only to my commander and leaving it to him what information he deems proper to relate to Internal Affairs.”

  “Don’t get slippery, Dallas,” Webster warned.

  “Don’t get greedy, Webster.”

  Before he could snap back at her, his captain shot him a warning look. “There are points all around. While we may not be on the same page, I think we all want this book to close the same way. IAB will cooperate, stipulating that if any information regarding any other officer is uncovered during the outside investigation, we are given that information. No surveillance, no e-track, no meets involving any tentacle of these investigations takes place without IAB knowledge.”

  Tibble kept his face neutral, turned to Whitney. “Commander?”

  “Agreed. Lieutenant Dallas, your report.”

  “Detective Peabody interviewed Detective Gail Devin’s mother this morning. Mrs. Devin has been resistant to speaking with the police on any matter, and particularly about the death of her daughter in the line of duty. As you know, Commander, Peabody has a way of softening hard lines. Through her efforts, Mrs. Devin allowed Peabody to take a collection of what appear to be music discs. All of Devin’s possessions are now with her mother and have been held there. We’re aware Devin suspected her lieutenant of something from previous statements already shared with IAB through Lieutenant Webster. Peabody’s assessment is Devin was an organized cop, a detailer, a sharp observer—which we believe led to the order for her execution. Peabody believes, and I agree, it’s very likely Devin kept a record of observations, a record she would have been smart enough to hide until such time that she felt justified in reporting those observations, or had proven her suspicions.”

  “Music discs?” Webster repeated, but Eve saw him calculating.

  “Lieutenant Oberman sent two men to toss Keener’s place the morning after his death, when she learned the case had fallen to me and was being pursued. If she worried enough about Devin to order the hit, she sure as hell found a way to search Devin’s apartment, her electronics.”

  “And may very well have found, taken, and destroyed any documents or files,” the IAB captain commented.

  “May have. But Peabody believes Devin was smart enough not to have anything on her comp, on her ’link, in an obvious file. A collection of music discs, ordered and in plain sight, could easily have been ignored. Maybe you check out a couple, then move on. Peabody is—or has by now—transported them to my home office, which is set as HQ—for examination and analysis.”

  “Even if Devin made a secret record of her suspicions, they’re still suspicions,” Webster pointed out.

  “It goes to pattern, to motive. Leave the homicide investigating to me. It’s what I do. We can and will build a case against her, for Devin, for Strumb, for Keener, even for Garnet.”

  Eve shifted so she spoke more directly to Whitney. “Commander, it’s my opinion she’s had relatively smooth sailing in her little venture, all this time. She’s had damn good luck, and she’s got skills along with the power of her father’s name. And she got cocky—she mishandled Garnet, and had been mishandling him for a while. She didn’t play him right because she simply got used to having him dance when she said dance. She’s more lucky than smart,” Eve continued. “Cop smart,” she amended. “She’s ridden on Daddy’s coattails whenever possible—and that’s something she resents. She does it, resents it, so she has to keep reaching for more. You’ve got her from Mira, that’s how she’s made.

  “Garnet not only slapped back at her authority, he turned on her, and he caused her embarrassment, caused her to lose a round with me. She ordered him gone as much for pride and revenge as expediency.”

  “How does that connect to Devin?” Webster insisted.

  “Jesus, Webster, you haven’t been out of murder that long.”

  The impatience burning through only added impact to her theory.

  “It’s how she deals when she wants to shed a problem—and when the problem touches something personal. Devin, female, questioning her—or asking questions about her. Pushing where Renee didn’t want her pushing. Devin’s mentor is a vet, a retired cop—who was on the squad when Renee took over. He didn’t like her, and he transferred.”

  “Allo,” Webster said. “Detective-Sergeant Samuel.”

  “Yeah. She’d know Devin was talking to him. Devin’s trouble, and isn’t falling in line or transferring out even with bogus crappy evals. Peabody may find more, something specific, the hair on the camel’s back—”

  “Straw.” Webster smiled a little. “It’s the straw that broke the camel’s back.”

  “What would a camel do with a straw? Whatever. Renee needed Devin gone, she made her gone. We’ll find the same with Strumb. It’s pattern. She ordered Bix to do Keener. Could’ve scared a weasel like him off, but that’s not enough for her. Dead means safe. And he can’t screw with her, her plans, her tidy system. Dead, they’re out of the equation.”

  Eve got to her feet. “Commander, I’d like to get back to work, with your permission, and trust you to work out any further details on coordinating with Internal Affairs. Commander Oberman will have had sufficient time, I believe, to speak to her.”

  “Commander Oberman,” Webster began.

  “A moment, Lieutenant, and you’ll be apprised. Permission granted, Lieutenant Dallas.”

  “Thank you, sir. Chief, Captain, Lieutenant.”

  “Is it permissible to ask where you’re going?” Webster asked.

  “I’m going to kick more dirt in Renee Oberman’s face,” Eve told him. “It’s the fun part of the job.”

  And looking forward to it, she went out, closed the door.

  Nineteen

  THEY WORE BLACK ARMBANDS IN LIEUTENANT Oberman’s squad. Other than that, as far as Eve could see, it was business as usual. Then again, the mood here struck her as depressing in any case.

  As usual, Renee’s blinds shuttered her window and the glass of her closed door.

  Eve’s glance flicked over Lilah Strong, just long enough for their eyes to meet. Then she moved directly to the lieutenant’s door.

  “The boss isn’t available.”

  Eve turned to Bix. She’d been hoping for a confrontation there, but hadn’t expected it to be so easy. “Were you speaking to me, Detective?”

  “The lieutenant isn’t available.”

  “As you are addressing a superior, Detective, that would be, ‘The lieutenant isn’t available, sir.’”

  “Sir.” He kept his seat, his eyes cold as a shark’s. “Lieutenant Oberman’s orders are she is not to be disturbed at this time. We lost one of our own last night.”

  “I’m aware of the loss, Detective—Bix, isn’t it?”

  “That’s right.”

  “That’s right, sir.”

  “Sir.”

  “You partnered with Detective Garnet?”

  “When so assigned by my lieutenant.”

  Eve waited a beat. “And it appears you share his difficulty in showing the respect due to superiors. Or is that a theme that runs through this squad? As I hold the opinion the boss sets the tone, this gives me cause to wonder if Lieutenant Oberman has difficulty showing respect to superiors.”

  “You’re not her superior.”

  Eve took a step closer to his desk, well aware the focus of the room had narrowed on
them. “You want a pissing contest with me, Bix? Then get on your feet for it. On your feet, Detective,” she ordered when he didn’t move.

  He started to rise, slowly. His face never changed—cold eyes, hard jaw. She wondered what it would take to goad him into taking a shot at her. Just one shot, she thought, and she’d have his badge, threaten Renee with a full disciplinary review, and send her squad into chaos.

  The door behind her burst open—and told her one of the things she wanted to know. Renee had the squad room monitored from her office.

  “Dallas. I don’t appreciate you coming into my squad and harassing my men.”

  “Is that what I’m doing?” Eve kept her eyes on Bix as she spoke. “Do you consider it harassment to expect and demand respect due rank? Your men are a disgrace.”

  “In my office!”

  Now Eve turned, and her tone brought winter into the room. “I don’t take orders from you, Oberman. You’re on the edge of having me file a formal complaint against you, against this detective, and requesting a full review of your command.”

  Angry color slashed across Renee’s cheekbones. “I would prefer to discuss your grievances in the privacy of my office.”

  “Sure,” Eve said, and strolled inside. She had to fight a satisfied smile when the door slammed.

  And it was just plain fun to see, even with the heels Renee wore, that she retained the advantage of height. She tried a Summerset-style look down her nose.

  “Who the hell do you think you are? Coming into my squad, threatening me, abusing my men? Do you think because you’re Central’s golden girl you can come here, aim and fire at me? Today of all days. You bitch, I lost a man last night—and you want to talk to me about respect? Where the hell is yours?”

  “Are you finished?” Eve said smoothly. “Or do you have more?”

  “I don’t like you.”

  “Ouch.”

  “I don’t like your attitude, your interference, or your habit of muscling in on my command. You’re not the only one who can file a formal complaint.”

  “Be my guest. I think we both know, especially since Dad’s no longer in the chair, who’d come out on top on that one. Speaking of your father ...” Eve glanced at the portrait. “It was a pleasure meeting him earlier.”

  “Fuck you.”

  This time she didn’t bother to control it, and just laughed. “Wow! That really stings. Now, do you want to keep shooting your spitballs, or do you want to get down to it?”

  “I’ve already wasted more than enough time on you.”

  “Oh boy, I have to say right back at you. However, I actually make it a policy to do my job, even when it’s annoying. I’m here regarding Garnet. I see you’ve been informed of his death as you’re decked out in mourning black. Nice suit, by the way.”

  Renee’s withering stare only gladdened Eve’s heart. “I’ll be documenting your sarcasm and disrespect toward a fallen officer.”

  “Document your ass off. It has yet to be determined if he went down in the line, and in fact is leaning hard otherwise. And that’s not considering he was on suspension at the time of his death. It’s further not considering he’d have certainly lost his badge and faced criminal charges had he lived.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “Well, gee, I’d say I guess you didn’t get the memo, except we both know otherwise.” Eve pulled a disc out of her pocket, tossed it on Renee’s desk. “That’s a recording from my home security that clearly shows Garnet ambushing me at the gates to my home, threatening me, striking me, and drawing his weapon on me with clear intent.

  “Your man was rabid and rogue, Renee, a fact I have no doubt you and your father discussed quite recently. No wonder you’re in such a bad mood.”

  “What my father and I discuss is none of your business.”

  “On the contrary, you’ve made it mine. You went crying to Daddy about mean old Lieutenant Dallas, and it backfired on you. Instead of disciplining your detective for his behavior, you took steps to attempt to sweep it under the rug. And that detective, fully aware you would not and did not discipline him, escalated into drawing down on a fellow officer—with an unregistered weapon. He’d been using when he did it, and it will very likely be determined he’d been using when he died.”

  “I—”

  “I’m not done,” Eve snapped. “If you don’t immediately request and recommend a random test for your squad for illegals, I will—with cause.”

  “What do you know about Illegals work?” Renee demanded. “Garnet had been under a great deal of pressure the last weeks. He’d been working on a lead on the Giraldi case, and it fizzled on him. He’d been working to revive it when you showed up here, pushing your weight around.”

  “I fail to follow how my coming to you over your dead weasel somehow incited Garnet to abuse illegals, threaten me, and end up dead.”

  “He was on the edge. I was fully aware of his problems and had discussed them with him. I wanted him to take some time off, get some counseling—and he asked for more time, asked to have a couple more weeks on Giraldi. I gave it to him, and I believe he was making progress on it, and on his personal problems, until you insisted on the suspension.”

  “It’s amazing,” Eve said in sincere wonder. “Really, it is. You can justify the outrageous, even criminal behavior of your detective, and consider my actions in response not only as unfair but as a contributing factor. Your man was a fuckup, a dangerous fuckup. Now he’s a dead fuckup. You bear some weight there, and how you deal with that’s on you.

  “One thing I know,” Eve continued, “is in a couple of days you’ve lost a weasel and a detective. Since I do know how Homicide works, I’ll be actively pursuing that connection.”

  “It’s obvious Bill was using Keener,” Renee said wearily. “I don’t know why he didn’t tell me. I know he wanted to prove himself to me since I’d made my concerns known, and he was on notice. Whatever he’d been able to tap out of Keener, or whoever Keener had tried to tap, got Keener killed. Bill followed that up, searching Keener’s flop, then—it certainly seems apparent—arranging a meet at the location where Keener had gone to ground, had died. And that cost Bill his life.”

  “That’d be nice and tidy. Except for the fact that you had a detective out there pursuing leads, taking actions that don’t show up in his reports or case files—or in those of the detective working with him on the case. Or in yours.”

  “You said it yourself. He’d gone rogue.”

  Easy to toss him in front of the runaway train, Eve thought, since he was already dead. But she had another, a live one. “I’ll need to interview Bix.”

  “Damn it, you’ve just said there’s nothing in Bix’s notes or reports. Garnet went lone wolf on this—it’s clear. Bix never met with Keener.”

  “How would you know?” Eve pumped derision into the question, watched Renee’s jaw clench. “If you had one detective writing his own score, you could have two.” She glanced at her wrist unit. “I’ve got time now.”

  “I’m not going to allow you—”

  “You don’t allow me,” Eve interrupted. “I’m primary on an active homicide, and consulting on a second, believed connected homicide, which involved a police officer. Bix is entitled to his rep or a lawyer, but I will have him in Interview.”

  Eve pulled her com out of her pocket. “This is Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, Homicide, requesting an interview room—”

  “You can interview him here, in my office,” Renee objected. “There’s no need to take him into a formal.”

  “The pissier you get, the pissier I get,” Eve responded. “Interview B,” she confirmed, and closed the com. “Have him report within fifteen minutes. My division, Interview B.”

  “I’m coming in with him.”

  “You’re welcome to watch from Observation.” She started for the door, paused. “You know, it’s weird. I would think you, Bix, everyone on the squad would not only be willing but anxious to cooperate on every level wit
h an investigation that may lead to the identification, apprehension, and arrest of the individual responsible for Garnet’s murder.

  “But ...” Eve shrugged. “That’s just me.”

  She strolled out of the squad room as she’d strolled in. And considered her luck rolling along when she ran into Janburry and Delfino on their way in.

  “Detectives.”

  “Lieutenant,” Janburry acknowledged.

  “I’ve just finished meeting with Lieutenant Oberman. I’m sure she’ll inform you, as she did me, regarding her actions on Garnet’s illegals use, and his apparent working off book on an investigation, his use—in her opinion—of her CI, Keener, as an informant. I’ll copy you on my report on these details, in case the lieutenant misses any in her discussion with you.”

  “We appreciate that, Lieutenant.” Delfino’s eyebrows lifted, just a hair. “Lieutenant Oberman states she was aware Garnet was using?”

  “And took actions—or didn’t take them—as she deemed best. I’m going to interview Detective Bix of her squad, as he was Garnet’s most usual partner and was involved in this investigation. He may have additional information that may prove helpful to your case, and mine. You’re welcome to observe.”

  “That’s mighty cooperative of you,” Janburry commented.

  “I’m in a mighty cooperative mood. My division, Interview B, in about fifteen.”

  “In the tit for tat department,” Janburry added, “Garnet’s tox screen confirms he’d consumed illegal substances, and alcohol. The alcohol is corroborated by Detective Freeman, also of this squad, who states he and Garnet were together between about ten and midnight at the Five-O Bar. The details will also be in our report, which we will copy to you, but Freeman states Garnet was in an excitable and edgy mood—and had considerable uncomplimentary things to say about you.”

  “Oh, golly.”

  Janburry smirked. “He also claims Garnet received a tag on his ’link around that midnight hour, which he took outside before returning to finish his drink and tell Freeman he had a fresh line to pull.”