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“Sure, okay. Is it hard being a cop and stuff?”
“It can be.” Eve watched Reenie’s pert little butt lift as she bent down to find her Fizzy Lemon in the fridgie. “But it shows you . . . all sides of the human condition.”
“You see lots as an lc, too.”
“What did you see different about Mr. Cogburn recently?”
“Well . . .” Reenie came back with a glass of water for Peabody, then took a moment to sip delicately at her soft drink. “Take the day Suze and I were on the stoop. Louie K. walked up on his way in. He looked kinda bad, you know all pale and sweaty and tuckered out and stuff. So I said, you know, hot enough for you? And he gave me this real nasty look and told me I should keep my mouth shut if all I could say was something stupid.”
Her unpainted lips moved into a pretty little pout. “Really hurt my feelings, but you know, Louie K.’s just not mean like that and he really didn’t look good, so I said, aw, Louie K., you look all worn out. You want some of my brew? And for a minute, he looked like he was gonna be nasty again, and Suze got all stiff. But then he sort of rubbed at his face and said how he was sorry he said that, and how the heat was getting to him and he had this bad headache and stuff. I said I had some blockers if he wanted, which, I guess, was stupid, too, ’cause of his business. But he didn’t say so and just said how he’d maybe lay down awhile and try to sleep off the headache.”
She paused a minute as if thinking it through. “And like that,” she concluded.
“Did you see him between that time and yesterday?”
“Not to see. But I heard him yesterday morning. I was sleeping, but he woke me up pounding on the super’s door and yelling at him to fix the climate control. He was cursing up a streak, which wasn’t something you heard him do a whole lot, but the super didn’t open the door, and Louie K., he went on back up, not out like he did most days.”
“He went back up to his apartment after trying the super.”
“Yeah, and that’s kinda strange ’cause Louie K. was really, you know, like disciplined about work. I don’t think he’d gone out for a while, now that you mention it. Anyway I was getting dressed yesterday when I heard all the yelling and the crashing upstairs. I only peeked out for a second, and saw that cute cop come running in. Then I hid in the closet. The cute cop was calling out for somebody to call 911. I guess I should’ve, but I was awfully scared and stuff.”
“You heard the responding officer call for someone to call for police backup?”
Reenie bowed her head. “Yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t help, but I thought somebody else would and I was scared. I guess it wouldn’t have made a difference anyway because it all got over pretty fast. The cop guy, the cute guy, I think he’s a real hero to go up there the way he did when everybody else stayed inside where it was safe. Maybe, if you see him and stuff you could tell him I said so. And I feel bad I didn’t help.”
“Sure,” Eve replied. “I’ll let him know.”
Rather than write an updated report, Eve opted to go straight to Commander Whitney with an oral. She had to wheedle a five-minute window through the commander’s assistant but she was willing to take what she could get for the impact of a face-to-face.
“Thank you for making time, Commander.”
“If I could make time, my day would be a lot less harried. Make it fast, Lieutenant.”
He continued to read whatever data was on his desk screen. His profile was stony. The bulk of him suited the large and currently cluttered desk as did the weight of his command. Both that bulk and that weight, Eve had reason to know, carried steely muscle.
“Regarding the incident involving Officer Trueheart, sir. I’ve gathered additional data, which indicates the terminated assailant may have suffered from a preexisting that caused his death. ME Morris is still running tests but has stated that due to this condition the subject would have died within the hour.”
“Morris shot me a brief prelim on that. You have loyal associates, Dallas.”
“Sir. Trueheart has completed Testing by now. Results should be in by morning. I’d like to postpone any IAB involvement until the investigation into yesterday’s incident shows clearly if any such involvement is warranted or necessary.”
Whitney turned to her now, his wide, dark face closed. “Lieutenant, do you have any reason to believe that a standard IAB investigation and interview will cast any shadow on the actions taken by this officer?”
“No, Commander.”
“Then let it ride. Let it ride,” he repeated before she could speak. “Let the boy stand for himself. Let him clear himself. He’ll be the better for it. Having you in his corner is one thing. Having you stand in a shield is another entirely.”
“I’m not trying to . . .” She trailed off, realizing she was doing just that. “Permission to speak frankly, Commander.”
“As long as it’s brief.”
“I feel some responsibility as I brought Trueheart in from his former detail. A few months ago he was seriously injured on one of my ops. He follows orders to the letter and he has a lot of spine. But his instincts are still developing, and his skin’s still thin. I just don’t want to see him take any more hits over this than he deserves.”
“If he can’t stand up to it, better he finds out now. You know that, Dallas.”
“If there’s a preexisting, mandatory thirty day can be waived. You know that, Commander, as you know the emotional and mental distress even a by-the-book suspension can bring on. He responded to a call for help. He put himself on the line, without hesitation.”
“He failed to call for backup.”
