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“Yes, sir, he did. Did you ever fail to call for backup?”
Whitney’s eyebrows lifted. “If I did, I deserved to get kicked for it.”
“I’ll kick him.”
“I’ll consider the waiver, Lieutenant, once all data and results are in and studied.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Huddled in his cube, Halloway ran another series of scans on the Cogburn unit. And groused.
Play a little Crusader on your break, and you get all the shit details dumped on you. Who the hell cared about the data stored on the drive of a dead kiddie dealer’s unit? What was Feeney going to do? Tattle on the pint-sized clients to their mommies?
Four hours, he thought, and popped a blocker for the vicious headache trumpeting inside his skull. Four frigging hours dicking with useless data on a useless second-rate unit all because bigshot Dallas comes begging to bigshot Feeney.
He sat back, rubbed his blurry eyes.
He couldn’t get past the shield on this Purity transmission. Cogburn hadn’t generated the message. That much he’d verified. It had come from outside, but so the fuck what?
Absolute Purity. Probably some sort of baby lotion.
His head was killing him. And God, it was hot in here. Damn climate control must’ve gone out again. Nobody did their jobs anymore. Nobody but him.
He shoved away from the desk, pushed out of his cube, desperate for water, for air.
He elbowed other cops out of his way, earned himself some inventive suggestions on self-gratification.
At the water cooler, he glugged down cup after cup as he tracked the movements of his associates.
Look at them. Like
a bunch of ants in a nest. Somebody ought to do the world a favor and squash some ants.
“Hey, Halloway.” McNab bounced in fresh from a field assignment. “How’s it going? Heard you caught a shit detail.”
“Fuck you, asshole.”
Temper rolled over McNab’s face, but then he noted Halloway’s pallor, and the beads of sweat. “You look a little wasted. Maybe you should take a break.”
Halloway downed more water. “Somebody’s gonna get wasted. Get off my case before I show the rest of these dickweeds what a pansy Feeney’s pet really is.”
“You got a problem with me?” If so, it was a new one. To that point McNab and Halloway had flowed along smoothly. “We can take it down to the gym and work it out. See who’s the pansy of EDD.”
Feeney swept in, stopped by the cooler when he felt the hot wall of tension. “McNab, I want that report ten minutes ago. Halloway, you got all this time to stand around the cooler I can find more for you to do. Move it.”
“Later,” Halloway muttered under his breath, and stalked back to his cube with his head raging.
Chapter 4
With Peabody in tow, Eve stopped by the hospital for a followup interview with Suzanne Cohen. The woman was weepy and despondent, having discovered her affection for Ralph ran considerably deeper now that he was dead.
But she had nothing appreciable to add to the mix. Her version of the incident on the stoop followed Reenie’s, as did her basic take on Louie K.
He was quiet, except for his music, and kept mostly to himself.
“Isn’t that always the way?” Eve noted. “Every time you’ve got some guy going on a spree that ends in blood, people say he was quiet and kept to himself. Just once, I’d like to hear how he was a maniac who ate live snakes.”
“There was that guy last year who bit off the heads of pigeons before he jumped off the roof of his apartment building.”
