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"Where?"
"Detention center, interviewing a suspect. Not on this case, something el
se. I've confirmed it's her. She's there now, pretty much alone. Should I?"
No ending verb to that sentence.
Metzger debated, added pluses and negatives. "Yes."
He disconnected.
Maybe, just maybe this would all go away.
And he turned his attention back to Mexico, where an enemy of the country was about to die. Shreve Metzger felt swollen with joy.
CHAPTER 66
WHERE'S NANCE LAUREL?" Sachs asked the rotund African American woman on the fifth floor of the New York detention center.
The Department of Corrections officer stiffened and glanced at Sachs's badge with disdain. Sachs supposed her voice was a bit strident, the greeting rude. It hadn't been intentional; Nance Laurel simply did this to her.
"Room Five. Box yo weapon." Back to a People magazine. A scandal was breaking among some quasi-celebrities. Or maybe they were honest-to-God celebs. Sachs had never heard of them.
She wanted to apologize to the woman for her bluntness but couldn't figure out how. Then her anger at Laurel returned and she slipped the Glock into a locker and slammed the door, drawing a criticizing breath from the lockup mistress. With a buzz the door opened and she stepped through into the grim corridor. It was deserted at the moment. This was the area where high-level prisoners--accused of serious felonies--discussed their cases with their lawyers and cut deals with the prosecutors.
The perfume here was disinfectant and paint and pee.
Sachs strode past the first several rooms, all of which were empty. At Interview #5, she looked through smeared glass and saw a shackled man in an orange jumpsuit sitting across from Laurel at a table bolted to the floor. In the corner was another D of C guard, a huge man whose nearly white shaved head glistened with sweat. His arms were crossed and he looked at the prisoner like a biologist examining yet another specimen of toxic but dead bug.
The doors were self-locking; you needed a key to open them from either side so Sachs banged on the door with her palm.
This must have been strident too, since everybody in the room jumped and swiveled. The guard had no gun but his hand dipped toward the pepper spray on his belt. He saw Sachs, apparently recognized her as a cop and relaxed. The prisoner gazed narrowly at Sachs and the look morphed from startled to hungry.
Sex crime, Sachs deduced.
Laurel's lips tightened slightly.
She rose. The guard unlocked the door and let the ADA out, then he locked it again and returned to his watchful state.
The women walked to the end of the corridor, away from the door. Laurel asked, "Have you got something on Metzger or Shales?"
"Why ask me?" Sachs countered. "Since I'm not really in the equation."
"Detective," Laurel said evenly, "what are you talking about?"
She didn't start with the news Sellitto had just informed her of, the suspension. She went chronologically. "You took my name off all the memos, all the emails. You replaced my name with yours."
"I'm not--"
"Anything to help you get elected, right, Assemblywoman Laurel?"
Sachs withdrew the copy she'd made from Laurel's secret files and thrust the sheet forward. It was a petition to put Laurel on the ballot to run for the office of assemblywoman in her district. The assembly was the lower house of the legislature in New York.
The woman's eyes dipped. "Ah."
Busted.
But an instant later she was gazing coolly back into Sachs's face.
