"I'm not a goddamn reporter, Dallas."
"Commander, this information was given to me in confidence. I have no compunction about using the information but can't name the source."
"You're making it more difficult for me to kick ass in IAB."
"I'm sorry about that."
"I'll hit them with it," he continued, drumming his fingers on his desk. "They'll deny, stall, prevaricate. If, as you relate, this operation has been in place some time, they're going to be very reluctant to open it, even with this office."
He sat back, eyes slitted with concentration. "Politics is a dirty little game. I'm very good at it."
"Yes, sir." Eve allowed herself the barest hint of a smile. "You are."
"Be prepared to be called into The Tower to discuss this matter, Lieutenant," he said, referring to the offices of the police commissioner. "I'll start the wheel rolling."
"I'll be available, Commander. At this time, and until this area of my investigation is resolved to our satisfaction, I'll be working with my team at my home office."
He nodded, already turning to his 'link. "Dismissed."
– =O=-***-=O=-
As she jogged through the garage toward her vehicle, Carmichael hailed her.
"Got a little something that might interest you. I've been through most of the witnesses on my list, and hit with one of the waitresses."
"Hit what?"
"Seems this server did some short time for running scams. Nothing major, a little bait and switch. But it gave her a good eye for cops. She claims she made Kohli as one but didn't think anything of it. Didn't make much of the other cop who came in from time to time and sat at the bar sucking down whiskey sours."
"What other cop?"
"Yeah," Carmichael said with a grin. "That was my question. And the answer was the lady cop. The good-looking blonde. When I nudged her a little more, she gave me a pretty fair description of Captain Roth of the One two-eight."
"Son of a bitch."
"Yeah. The general description could have fit a few hundred women, but it rang bells. So I pulled some photos and had her do a match. She plucked Roth's out, first shot."
"Thanks. Keep this quiet, will you?"
"Can do. I was on my way up to drop the record of the interview on your desk." Carmichael pulled a disc out of her bag. "Want it now?"
"Yeah. Thanks again."
Eve jammed the disc in her pocket, hurried to her car. She was going to squeeze in time for a trip to the One two-eight.
"Peabody." She tagged her aide on the run. "Pull up data on Roth and dig. Don't worry about flags, I want them to wave."
"Yes, sir. Your consult with Dr. Mira is set for your home office at ten-thirty."
"I'll try not to keep her waiting. Pull the data now, make it noisy."
– =O=-***-=O=-
Eve didn't expect a brass band welcome when she walked into the One twenty-eighth. What she got was a number of cool stares, muttered asides. One particularly inventive officer oinked.
Rather than ignoring it, she strolled over to his desk, smiled. "You've got a lot of talent there, Detective. Do you hire out for parties?"
He curled his lip. "I got nothing to say to you."
"That's good, because I don't have anything to say to you, either." She kept her eyes on his until he shifted, looked away. Satisfied, she made her way back to Captain Roth's office.
It was a corner room, one Eve imagined had been hard won, with a pair of windows, a good solid desk, and a thriving vining plant on the sill.
The door was glass, and through it Eve saw Roth surge to her feet when their eyes met. Eve didn't bother to knock.
"How dare you run my personal file without notification?" Roth began. "You're over the line, Lieutenant."
"One of us is." Eve closed the door at her back. "Why are you worried about what I might find in your personal?"
"I'm not worried. I'm furious. There's a matter of professional courtesy, which you've summarily ignored in some vendetta you have to smear my house. I intend to report your conduct to Commander Whitney and all the way up to The Tower."
"Your privilege, Captain. Just as it's mine, as primary on two homicides, to ask you why you concealed the fact from me that you had visited Detective Kohli at Purgatory-a number of times," she added when she saw Roth flinch.
"Your information is inaccurate."
"I don't think so. We talk about it here, Captain, or at Central. Your choice-as a professional courtesy."
"If you think I'm going to let you ruin me, you're mistaken."
"If you think I'm going to let you hide behind your captain's bars, you're mistaken. Where were you on the night Detective Kohli was murdered?"
"I don't have to answer your insulting questions."
"You will if I pull you into Interview. And I will."
"I was nowhere near Purgatory the night Kohli was killed."
"Prove it."
"Oh, I hope you rot in hell." Roth marched around her desk, snapped her privacy screens into place to block the view from the bullpen. "My whereabouts on that night are personal."
"Nothing's personal in a murder investigation."
"I'm a cop, Lieutenant, a good one. Better at the desk than on the street, but a goddamn good cop. My having a drink at a club now and then has nothing to do with Kohli's death or my position as captain of this squad."
"Then why did you withhold the information?"
"Because I'm not supposed to drink." Her color came up, a flag of mortification. "I have a problem with alcohol, and have already been through rehab. But you know that," she muttered and walked back behind the desk. "I'm not going to have a lapse in my recovery endanger my job. I didn't know Kohli was moonlighting in Purgatory when I went in the first time. I went back because he was a familiar face. I didn't mention it because it was irrelevant."
"You know better than that, Captain."
"All right, goddamn it, I was protecting myself. Why shouldn't I?"
They were squared off again, with Roth planted behind the desk. Defending her territory. She'd do whatever it took to hold what she'd worked to win.
"I know damn well you're trying to say Kohli was dirty, that Mills was dirty. You won't say I am."
"There have been a number of substantial deposits in your husband's financial accounts."
"Goddamn it. I'm calling my rep." She reached for her 'link, then curled her hand into a fist. The room was silent as Eve watched her battle for control. "I do that, and this goes on record. You've got me by the short hairs."
She took a deep breath, expelled it. "A few months ago I began to suspect my husband was involved with someone else. The signs were there. Distraction, disinterest, late arrivals, missed appointments. I confronted him, he denied. Some men have a talent for turning such an accusation around until you're at fault. Even when in your gut you know better. Very simply, Lieutenant, my marriage was falling apart, and I found myself unable to stop it. You're a cop, a woman, married. You know it's not easy."
Eve didn't reply nor did Roth expect her to. "I was upset, edgy, distracted. I told myself it wouldn't hurt to smooth out the nerves with a drink. Or two. And I ended up in Purgatory. Kohli was working the bar. We both pretended it was no big deal for either of us to be in there. Meanwhile, my marriage was crumbling. I discovered that my husband was not only rolling around on someone else's sheets but had been steadily transferring funds from our account to one under his own name. Before I could stop it, he'd ruined me financially, had me heading right back into the bottle, and was adversely affecting my work performance.
"About two weeks ago, I pulled myself together. I kicked his lying, lazy ass out and put myself back into rehab. I did not, however, report my counseling, which is a violation of procedure. A minor one, but a violation. Since that time, I have not been back to Purgatory nor had I seen Detective Kohli outside of the job."
"Captain Roth, I sympathize with your personal difficulties during this period, but I need to know your whereabouts on the night of Kohli's death."