“If we call a sergeant, Katie gets suspended,” Battaglia said. “It’s that simple.”
“And if we don’t,” Sully said in a glum tone, “and someone finds out about this, we all get fired.”
“Call a sergeant,” Katie said. “I messed up. I’ll deal with it.”
“No way,” Battaglia said. “I’m not hanging you out.”
“Me, either,” Sully said. “I’m just making sure we all know the risk.”
“There’s no risk,” Katie said. “Call the sergeant.”
“You’ll get a day off,” Battaglia said. “At least. And if Hart gets his teeth into it-”
“I’ll take my chances.”
“Look, there’s no harm here,” Battaglia argued. “No one got hurt.”
“That’s not the point.”
“It is the point,” Battaglia told her. “You thought you saw something, you cranked off a round. Big deal.”
“I’m not saying it’s a big deal,” Katie said. “But I had an A.D. And we have to report it.”
“Why should you get suspended a day for something this stupid? I mean, it’s a dead rat. That’s all.”
“He’s right, Katie,” Sully said.
Katie shook her head at both of them. “Well, while we’re at it, why don’t we just throw down a little rat gun next to the corpse? Then we can claim he drew first and I had to shoot him in self-defense. How would that be?”
Tower listened to the discussion, his lips pursed. He was tempted to go with Battaglia on this one. Aside from the dead rodent, this really was a no-harm, no-foul situation. And he worried about negative press that might come out of the event, both with the department brass and the actual press.
They could probably get away with it, he knew. Toss the rat in the trash. Find the expended brass that was ejected when Katie fired the round. It’d be easy for her to switch the magazine in her gun with another of her full magazines she routinely carried on her gun belt. Even getting her a replacement round for the fired one wouldn’t be difficult.
Then all four of them would have to agree not to say a word.
Five of them, he corrected. Hiero was up in the tower.
Five people would have to keep quiet about it. That meant no storytelling, no playful ribbing.
It meant withstanding any questions that might come from a sergeant.
Or from Lieutenant Hart.
If it came to Hart, that meant sitting in Internal Affairs. Being tape-recorded. Being asked very specific questions.
Lying. That’s what it really meant, Tower realized. It meant lying.
Tower flashed back to his academy days, remembering the words of the training officer, Sergeant DeMarcus. He’d said a lot of things, but there were a couple of things he repeated over and over again. Chief among them was, “Integrity is the coin of our trade. Never sacrifice your integrity, because you’re worthless without it.”
Still, Battaglia had a point. No one had been hurt. Katie was a good troop. And he didn’t want anything to affect his task force. Catching the Rainy Day Rapist was the most important thing here, not some policy violation.
Tower considered a moment longer, then made his decision. He cleared his throat. “We’re not calling a sergeant.”
All three patrol officers swung their heads toward him.
“Excuse me?” Katie said.
“This is my investigation,” Tower said. “And this is an investigative operation, not a patrol operation.”
“How do you figure that?” Sully asked. “There’s five of us out here and four of us are patrol officers.”
Tower shook his head. “Irrelevant. This is an investigative task force. All of you are on loan.”
“Whatever,” Katie said. “We’re not covering this up. I’m the one who-”
“I didn’t say we were covering it up,” Tower interrupted. “But we’re not calling a sergeant about it.”
“What, then?”
Tower pointed at Sully. “Find the ejected casing.”
Sully hesitated.
“Trust me,” Tower said.
Sully reluctantly pulled his flashlight from his back pocket without a word. He clicked it on and began to sweep the ground with the light beam.
Tower turned to Battaglia. “Toss the rat in a garbage can. Use a pair of rubber gloves.”
“What?” Battaglia protested. “Why am I on rat duty?”
“Just do it, please.”
“I don’t even have any gloves on me,” the officer complained.
Tower reached inside his jacket pocket and removed a pair of forensic gloves. He tossed them to Battaglia. They struck him on the chest and fell to the ground at his feet.
Battaglia sighed. “Well, they’re dirty now.”
Tower ignored him. He turned to Katie. “Walk with me,” he said.
The two walked out of the underpass, back toward the clock tower. Once they were under a streetlight, Tower stopped. He looked into Katie’s eyes and said nothing. The officer returned his gaze evenly, her jaw set. But he saw something in her eyes, a flicker behind her anger that he couldn’t quite identify.
After a few moments, she broke the silence. “I’m not sweeping this under the rug, Detective.”
“Neither am I.”
“It sure looks that way.”
Tower shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll make a report to my Lieutenant in the morning. If I know him, he’ll make a report directly to the Patrol Captain.”
Katie narrowed her eyes. “What about IA?”
Tower shrugged. “That’ll be the Captain’s decision, won’t it?”
Katie stared at him. Tower could see her mind working behind the stare. He knew she was wondering if this was tantamount to covering it up or not. He knew it wasn’t. He knew that someone, either Crawford or Reott, was going to have MacLeod standing tall in the office for an ass-chewing. Whether they decided to go to IA or not was up to them. He’d satisfied his responsibility by reporting the incident.
“Are you sure?” Katie finally asked. “Is that above board?”
“Reporting an A.D. to the Captain of Patrol? Are you really asking me if that’s above board or not?”
Katie considered, then shook her head. “I suppose not.”
“You’ll get your ass chewed,” Tower told her.
“I deserve it.”
“Maybe,” Tower conceded.
“Definitely.”
“Either way,” Tower said, “I’m more concerned with this: are you okay to do this decoy job?”
Katie swallowed. Tower watched her eyes for the flicker he’d seen before.
“I’m fine,” Katie told him.
“You sure?” Tower asked.
“Positive.”
Tower searched her eyes. He saw nothing but resolve.
“All right,” he said. He reached out and clapped her lightly on the shoulder. “Let’s go try a different park, then. I want to catch this son of a bitch.”
ELEVEN
Sunday, April 21st
0316 hours
The four police officers sat tiredly at the all-night diner. Katie picked at her English muffin, tearing off small pieces and nibbling them. She washed every bite down with ice water. Sully and Battaglia each nursed their own cup of coffee but Tower drank cup after cup, refilled by Lauren, a buxom and flirtatious waitress. She poured for Tower but leaned near Sully to reach across the table and fill the cup.
“She likes you,” Tower commented to Sully after the waitress bounded away with an energetic bounce.
Sully grunted but Katie saw that he was hiding a small smile.
Battaglia glanced up from his cup. He followed her descending frame with his gaze, then shrugged. “She likes everybody with a badge,” he said. “She gets around, from what I hear.”
“You listen to Kahn too much,” Sully said, a little defensively.
“As a matter of fact, that was the particular skirt chaser who gave me the scoop on this one,” Battaglia said.
Typical, Katie thought. Kahn or Giovanni chases after any woman with a pulse and the guys figure them for a stud. This waitress may or may not be just as promiscuous and she’s somehow a slut. Nice double standard.