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McCafferty recovers first.
“Jinny,” she says, putting her glass down and moving towards the door
deliberately, but Jinny shakes her head and lifts a hand at her to
stop.
“No. Don’t.” Her voice is thick. “Just… don’t.”
“Jinny, she didn’t mean it,” I say and earn a look that should have laid
me flat.
“Oh, she meant it. She meant it and it’s true. No argument here. “
This would be a really good time for an earthquake. I’ve been out here
for what seems like months and there hasn’t been a single
freaking earthquake. Where is the earthquake fairy when you need her?
“I did mean it,” McCafferty says after a moment or two of silence. “I
did mean it and it’s true and she knows it. “
Oh, this just keeps getting better.
“I’ve backed you over and over Jinny,” McCafferty says sighing and
leaning back against the counter eyeing her subordinate calmly. “I
doubt you even know how many times I’ve been called on the carpet to
answer for some of your mistakes in judgement and behavior. Did you
know three times last year I took complaints from uniforms that you
showed up at crime scenes reeking of alcohol? Three separate times at
three different crime scenes. No, you didn’t. Because I told them I’d
handle it and talked them out of formal complaints.”
“I didn’t ask you to make excuses for me,” Jinny says slowly, ducking
her head and sagging back against the doorframe as if it’s the only
thing keeping her on her feet.
“Yes, Jinny, you did… you forced me into the position of defending you
because the alternative was to put you through an investigation and it
wouldn’t have ended with you being employed. And now I’m wondering what
the hell I was thinking because this is bad, Jinny. This isn’t
something I can handle without you taking the fall. This isn’t
something I can overlook or hope Magda will take on for me and lead you
out of.”
She’s very calm and very reasonable. I think it does more damage than
if she’d sworn and stomped and screamed. Jinny has nothing to fight
back against and I watch as she seems to physically shrink several
inches in defeat. She puts a hand up and shoves her hair behind her ear
and nods.
“Yeah. I know.” The sigh is hard and she shoves herself off the door
frame, door swinging shut behind her. She reaches under her jacket and
withdraws her service weapon, popping the clip out with a deft hand,
laying them both on the counter top.
“There. Cooper’s got my badge.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is not going how I had envisioned.
McCafferty has a hand up gripping her temples again. Bet she’s wishing
those Excedrin had been Percodan by now.
“Okay, wait,” I say and get treated to a look from both which should
have singed my eye brows off. “Just think about this for a minute~~
Before you start saying things with the words “suspension” or “hearing”
in them, just listen to me for a second.”
McCafferty gazes at me, waiting and it’s Jinny who groans and shakes her
head in protest.
“Cooper, let it go. Just let it go.”
“No fucking way,” I tell her. “I’ve got shit at stake here too, you
know. I told you we’d get through this.”
I think I put slightly too much emotion into the phrase and perhaps too
much emphasis on the word “we” because I see her face change, softening
and flushing slightly pink and for a second I’m disconcerted by the urge
to touch her someway; take her hand or push the hair out of her eyes.
McCafferty clears her throat and I recover, hoping I don’t look as
flustered and unsettled as I feel and relieved when Jinny drops her eyes
and I can actually think again.
“Yeah, she fucked up. More than once. But all you’ve found out is that
she fucked up more than you’d known because it’s not like those photos
were taken last week or last month, Captain. She took responsibility“ I
say, mentally grinning because all brass buttons love that
phrase,”and she cleaned up, not just physically but mentally. Have you
had complaints on her since she went through the Rehab?”
McCafferty is mildly amused about something. There’s a definite twinkle
in the dark eyes and I’m startled to find that it isn’t painful for me
to see at all. It’s almost comforting, in fact.
“No,” she replies. Then cocks her head to one side and amends, “Well,
just the usual I get on any officer.”
“Right. And she’s a good cop. Because if she wasn’t one, even when she
was drinking, you’d have canned her yourself.”
Always good to work in what great leaders and supervisors they are.
McCafferty’s smile deepens but she nods again, then looks at me
expectantly.
This is the tricky part. I have to be very careful here. The wrong
word or tone or inflection and I could cross some line McCafferty is
particularly defensive about.
“And you know that those photos and the misjudgments were made when she
was drinking and if she hadn’t been in some…tailspin“ I glance to see if
I’m getting the Exstead evil eye and am relieved to see she’s not
perturbed although she does seem perplexed about where I’m going with
this, “then none of it would have happened; not the mistakes or the
misjudgments, the drinking, Sylvie, the photographs… do you agree?”
I wait until she nods before resolutely pushing onward, knowing this is
it, all or nothing.
“And Captain McCafferty… If you introduce these photographs as evidence
of a problem Inspector Exstead had almost a year ago, during a period
when you were admittedly receiving complaints and requests to look into
her behavior and work ethics and you chose not to do so in any formal
capacity… I believe this would reflect badly on you as a supervisor.
In fact, it might cause someone to consider examining your
conduct, even possibly your integrity… question other decisions you’ve
made.”
I hold the look she’s giving me but it’s not easy. I see a vein
throbbing up near her hairline which can’t be good and a nerve tics
spastically beneath her left eye. I wait until she gives me a barely
imperceptible nod before I gather my courage and a deep, rather shaky
breath to continue.
“And what exactly would that accomplish? For either of you? If you’d
been wrong about Jinny back then everything would be different, but you
weren’t. She got her shit together. Why punish her for something she
has already corrected? Especially when it can’t do you any good
either.”
There’s dead silence when I’m done and I risk a sideways glance at Jinny
who is struggling to not snort hysterical laughter. Her eyes are huge
and disbelieving and she turns away with a hand up to her face,
shoulders shaking.
I slide my eyes tentatively to meet McCafferty’s again and watch the
vein and nerve bounce for what seems like an hour before she lifts her
brows and clears her throat as well.
“Your file states you refuse to participate in the promotional process,
Sergeant,” she says mildly and I blink and try to not grimace in
trepidation.
“Yes?” I try to arrange my face in a pleasant expression of expectation
but I’m sure I look more like I’m constipated. With heavy menstrual
cramps. Goddamn. My file? My file?
“Your Department should probably be glad you have no desire to.” She
says coolly and then turns as Amanda enters from the laundry room,
asking if there’s more detergent somewhere because she’s got at least
three more loads and the box is empty.
While she’s thus occupied, I lean over the counter and whack Jinny’s
back with my hand, then hiss,”Was that a cut or a compliment?”
She shakes her head, grinning, face red from stifled laughter and
whispers back, “Fuck, if I know but that was great. I just wish
it was on video!”
“Uh huh. That’s how you got in this mess. Your passion for film.”
We’re giggling helplessly when Amanda spots Jinny and while she’s being
ecstatically hugged McCafferty eases out of the room to locate the AWOL
soap. I get a very strange look as she rounds the corner into the
utility room area; I can’t decide if it’s bemusement or some kind of
“walk lightly” non-verbal warning but I definitely know I’m relieved
when she’s out of the room.
I lean against the counter and amuse myself watching Jinny as she’s
treated to a rapid and lilting speech I can’t even begin to decipher but
which must have to do with college because at one point Jinny
queries,”And next semester?” which sets the bird chirping off to a new
decibel level.
Jinny leans against the counter on her elbows, idly twirling the loaded
clip to her .38 with one finger, listening to the babble and apparently
making sense of it as she occasionally smiles or nods. Even if it was
slowed down to a mere Mach I I’d probably not get it at the moment
though; I’m preoccupied wondering exactly what file it is McCafferty’s
got on me and where she got it. It’s not any standard procedure I’ve
ever heard of to request the sort of file on a visiting officer that
would contain information such as refusing to promote. That sounds
distinctly like my personnel file which should physically be located at
Austin HQ. I can’t help but remember that it was in the file
Legaspi had lying on her desk, though. And McCafferty has told me
she’s seen Legaspi professionally in the past and that they became
friends as well. So much for shrink confidentiality.
I manage to fathom Jinny’s being asked to stay for dinner provoking a
quick lift of brows and a thoughtful pause before she looks at me.
“I doubt it.”
Amanda half turns to look at me and I can tell she deliberately slows
her speech and smile gratefully when it actually comes out in
recognizable English.
“But Cooper has to stay. She’s like a cousin, almost. Jase talked
about her all the time but she’d never fly up to Gram’s with him for
Christmas, wouldn’t come out here when Aunt Tilly finally got married…
You have to stay so Mom can bore you with photo albums and about how she
had to walk three miles from the farm to the store in Cranbrook“
“Barefoot,” McCafferty inserts, emerging from the utility room with a
basket of laundry balanced on one hip.
“In the snow,” finishes Amanda, grinning. “C’mon. You can’t come all
the way out here and not even stay for dinner.”
She puts her head to the side and smiles at me appealingly. “Please?”
“Amanda,” McCafferty says, “Leave Cooper alone. She’s already promised
to make time this trip to visit. Haven’t you Cooper?”
“Um… yeah,” I say dubiously and McCafferty’s smile widens. Slight
dimples appear on either side of her mouth, deeper on the left.
Just like Jase, I’m thinking and am amazed that it’s not too painful,
not too bad at all when it dawns on me; I know that look. Smug, cocky
and merrily determined with a slow and half-sleepy grin.
That was a trap I just heard laid.
“And I’m sure she can make time for that tonight after we’ve finished
discussing the case she and Jinny are working on.”
Yep. That was a trap.
There’s a slight pause and then she looks straight at Jinny, her gaze
very level, her voice very even as she says,”And you should holster your
gun, Inspector. “
And that? That was the bait.
Jinny’s still leaning on the counter spinning the clip but she freezes
at that and looks up at McCafferty, eyes widening slightly in question.
Amanda swings towards the utility room then pauses, looking slightly
cautious.
“Can I phone and see if Jamie can come too? Meet Jinny and Cooper?”
McCafferty reaches and tugs on one of the loose strands of hair lifted
off the back of the round neck in a casual fan tail and smiles.
“Sure thing.”
Amanda does a little hop skip step, spinning immediately towards the
utility room in glee.
And, Manda,” McCafferty calls to her as she bounces out, “check in the
freezer for what we can thaw out and poison everyone with.”
Poison. Now there’s a plan.
I take advantage of McCafferty’s joining Amanda to
peruse the contents of the freezer out in the garage to corner Jinny in
the butler’s pantry just off the kitchen.
“I can’t do this,” I hiss desperately. “You’ve got to get me out of
this!”
“Out of what?” she asks, obviously bewildered.
“This. The family thing. She’s going to drag out pictures and
locks of his hair and oh god, maybe even baby shoes! I’m going to
fucking freak. I can’t do this, Jinny!”
The fucking bitch actually looks amused as she leans back against the
shelf displaying McCafferty’s wine collection along with several sets of
goblets and crystal ware. The glass tinkles musically as she shakes her
head bemusedly, grinning at me.
“What the fuck? Cooper Finn scared of a little quality family time?”
“Fuck, yeah!” I say irritably and want to wham her in the head
with one of the wine bottles.
“Jesus, it’s just McCafferty and Amanda. She can be a total bitch when
she’s your boss and she’s pissed at you but at home she’s a pussy cat.
And I got news for you; she must fucking adore you. She’d never take
that shit off any of us. The paint would have peeled off the walls from
the heat. “
She’s got a very disconcerting lopsided grin when she says this and I
almost shriek with surprise when she leans forward slightly and kisses
me lightly on the lips. She pulls back, grinning, then lays another one
on the end of my nose.
“Thanks. For sticking this out and standing up to her. God, that look
on her face was priceless. I thought that vein would rupture.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it. You know, that’s all I’m thinking about
here; how can I make this more fun and amusing for Jinny Exstead?” I
pop her on the shoulder with a light fist. “Asshole.”
“Oh, now, you can’t talk dirty to me here, honey. I know it’s tempting
butoww!” She frowns at me, trying to not laugh at the same time.
“Okay, that hurt. Don’t make me call Magda.”
I lose it and start laughing despite my best efforts and McCafferty
pushes the door open from the kitchen and smiles at us in that patient,
long suffering parental/employer way.
“Well, I’m glad something’s so funny and personally, I’d pay right now
to be amused.
“I’m sincerely hoping that you’ve got something else to tell me Cooper,
other than the charming notion that my only real recourse is to be fired
along with Jinny when this hits the papers.”
Okay. This I can handle. This I can deal with. I’ve spent a great
deal of my life brainstorming up ways to not get fired or do lengthy
jail time.
I practically leap on top of her asking where her computer is. She
looks slightly startled and I don’t miss the wide-eyed glance at Jinny
who, fucking bitch, shrugs, crosses her eyes and does an exaggerated
finger twirl to the side of her head.
She doesn’t miss the foot I crook in front of her while she’s got her
eyes out of focus. Her head does miss the door frame as she catches
herself on it though.
McCafferty clears her throat. “I can probably find Amanda’s finger
paints and modeling clay if you two would rather play than stay
employed.”
I risk a glance at Jinny when McCafferty moves ahead of us flipping the
light switch on in her small office/study and she mimes a face of utter
horror, one hand at her throat, eyes widened and mouths, “Oh nooooo!”
I absolutely will not look at her. She’s obviously deranged at the
moment. Some sort of hysterical reaction to the adrenaline rush of
having McCafferty agree to back her.
I pull the disks out of my duffel bag along with the manila envelope
containing Jinny’s love letters to Sylvie. I hold them for a moment,
debating whether or not we really need them bad enough to hand them over
to McCafferty to read.
McCafferty is booting up her computer and Jinny walks in from the other
room carrying several sheets of photo paper and an identical manila
envelope in one hand. Her step is heavier now, the worried furrow back
between her brows as she pauses and holds them out to me.
“Do you need to see these?” she asks and I shake my head.
“There’s nothing in there you haven’t mentioned, right?”
“I don’t think so,” she says grimly. “I’m naked, she’s naked, lines of
coke laid out.”
“I’ll pass,” I say and she nods, stuffing them back into the envelope.
I don’t miss that her hands are shaking. I don’t tell her I have seen
them already in the file S’Phear leeched off Massey’s computer either.
“You okay?” I ask and shove the manila envelope I’ve got to the bottom
of my bag, decision made. She’s been humiliated enough.
“Oh, I’m great. I’m picturing myself on the cover of the Globe and the
National Enquirer wearing a strategically placed black strip bikini.
I’m thinking Georgia font size 72 and probably in red. Which will match
my eyes.”
I blink. “Wait~~ Globe? National Enquirer?” I glance at McCafferty
who has the computer up and running now, waiting. “She stick a note or
letter in with them? That’s what she threatened?”
Jinny pulls the single sheet out and hands it to me, silent. I read
through it quickly; no surprises really. It’s addressed to McCafferty
and looks like a laser jet printer so done on a computer or a word
processor.
“Thought it might interest you~~“ blah blah blah and some
dramatic wording along the lines of “desecration of justice” and
“sacrificing my own privacy and reputation in order to right a wrong”
blah blah blah. She lists the magazines and newspapers she plans to
send copies to: The local Chronicle of course, New York Times, one in
Los Angeles and sure enough, the two tabloids tacked onto the end.
There’s no specific timeline mentioned and no indication she’s already
mailed the copies.
“Does this sound like Sylvie to you? The wording, the speech, the
threat?” I ask Jinny who shrugs.
“Yeah. Maybe. I wasn’t sober around her long enough to really
remember, to be honest. “
“But it’s basically the same thing she’s been threatening all along,
right?”
“Yeah. I’ve never seen it typed out but yeah, same threat.”
“What?” McCafferty asks me and I shake my head.
“I don’t know. Maybe nothing. She just doesn’t strike me as a National
Enquirer kind of girl. Not even in a blackmail context. She’s more
Vogue and Cosmo.”
Jinny snorts. “Maybe she figured since she was already slumming with
me…”
I hold my hand out for the envelope and glance at the postmark which is
of course San Francisco and sigh. “We’ve probably botched prints
already.”
I shake the photos out and flip through them quickly, ignoring Jinny’s
swift intake of breath as she whirls around and walks a few feet away,
jamming her hands into her jacket pockets.
I flip through them, glancing front and back then pause and look at
McCafferty’s hands.
“You take nail polish off after you looked at these?” I ask her and she
frowns slightly, then holds her hand out and takes the photo I’m
holding.
“No. I didn’t.” She looks up at us, smiling slightly. “And I would
never wear dark blue anyway.”
“Do what?” Jinny demands, spinning around and grabbing the photo from
her. I point out the colored streak across the back of one and it’s
twin on the typed letter.
“Sylvie?” I ask and she shakes her head.
“Bites them. Down to the quick. No polish.” She looks up at me and
half-smiles. “Good work, Sgt. Finn.”
I’m about to tell McCafferty who I think the nail streaks belong to when
she says it for me, smiling, shaking her head and with a note of amused
recognition in her voice.
“Andrea Peyton.”
She’s gazing at Jinny with her brows lifted in question and Jinny shakes
her head and shrugs a little.
“They got involved while I was in Rehab. “
McCafferty’s response is flat and sardonic. “Isn’t that interesting.
She’s also supposedly having an affair with Massey. One of many
supposedly having an affair with Massey.”
“She’s tailing Jinny and Magda.” I put in and McCafferty cuts her eyes
to meet Jinny’s with her head to the side in question.
“Or maybe she’s tailing Cooper,” Jinny inserts.
“Maybe. Could be I guess. But then I’m doing such a fantastic job of
appearing to swallow all his bullshit there’s not much reason for Massey
to sic her on me. “
Which reminds me I need to make contact with him and set up an
appointment, make sure he still thinks I’m wandering around in a blonde
induced fog and buying the missing narcotics investigation.
“Okay,” I say, looking up at McCafferty as I plop down in the chair in
front of her PC. “You ready to see how far up this bullshit goes?”
I insert the disk and open the files on the A drive, then slide the
chair back and stand, offering it to her. She sits, pulling a pair of
rimless reading glasses and perching them on her nose, already reading
the screen, hand poised on the mouse, ready to scroll down.
I eject and pop the second disk in when she glances at me and she scans
it more quickly than the first and after disk three she stops, pinching
the bridge of her nose as if the head ache is back with a vengeance.
“The rest more of the same?” she asks and at my assertion she nods and
without looking at me says, “Do I want to know where you got these?”
“No. You don’t.”
She peers up at me and I’m treated to a searching look before she nods
finally.
Alright. I do need to make certain it’s possible to prove that they
came from a legitimate source.”
I lean over to touch the mouse and say, “If you right click you can view
the source code and~~“
“That’s fine. I’ll take your word on it,” she says dryly and I glance
at Jinny and straighten.
“Alright,” McCafferty says leaning back and spinning around to face us,
removing her glasses and idly swinging them in her hand. There’s a deep
crease of concentration between her eyes as she thinks. “What we have
here is obviously some high level money laundering which involves
Senator Max Chandler. It’s enough to end his political career and stick
him in the middle of some very interesting law suits with the distinct
possibility of facing criminal charges.” She taps the glasses against
her lips thoughtfully and then sighs, hard.
“However, unless Cooper obtained these by due legal process, they’re
totally inadmissible in court.” Before I can say anything she lifts a
hand and without looking at me says, “Not a word, Sergeant. “
She leans forward rubbing wearily at her temples and sighs again,
shaking her head, looking up at us both, frowning deeply.
“So can we safely assume that Detective Massey is aware of the money
laundering schemes?”
Jinny and I look at one another and then nod simultaneously.
McCafferty repeats the gesture thoughtfully. “Alright. Criminal
charges there then also. What I am trying to understand is how this
ties in with Massey’s attempts to set Jin up with the missing
narcotics. We’ll asasume he and Officer Peyton worked together there
someway… Peyton appears to be working with Sylvie on blackmailing with
the threat being leave SFPD on your own or be forced out with your
career ruined and your private life made very public.
“And this must have to do with the investigation into the death of Mrs.
Chandler. It’s retaliation for you refusing to drop the case initially,
keeping it in the press for several weeks. Maybe Chandler is exerting
monetary influence over Sylvie, using you as leverage someway? Make her
life hell or I stop depositing the six digit trust fund checks?“
She looks up at Jinny who glances at me briefly before nodding.
“But where does this information come in?” she asks, then
queries, “Insurance? One of them holding information on Chandler as a
back up plan or a future black mail scheme?”
“Financial investment,” Jinny says wryly. “That’s my guess.”
“Mine too.” I concur, which since I know it came from Massey’s hard
drive is much more than a guess and my voice is decidedly cheerful
causing the two of them to blink at me before looking at one another.
McCafferty stands, shaking her head and crosses the room to a flick a
lamp on before pulling the drapes closed over the window and turning to
look at us both, perplexed.
“I honestly don’t know what to do with this. And I don’t think I want
to hear a syllable of what Cooper thinks she’s going to do with it and I
am positive that you, Inspector Exstead, would be wise to stay in the
dark on it as well.”
“She is,” I say quickly as Jinny shows signs of wanting to argue some
point here. “And she will.”
“Good. Now, my question is… Why in hell would Max Chandler be
spinning his wheels with a blackmail scheme to get you fired?” she asks
it of Jinny, but swings her look between the two of us. “We’re talking
about a powerful, powerful man here. He could just pick the phone up
and have your badge if he wanted it. You gave them plenty of rope to
hang you last year.”
Jinny shakes her head and lifts her hands, shrugging. “I don’t know.
Unless maybe Sylvie and Massey came up with it alone and Chandler just
let it slide.”
“I think they thought she’d get herself fired without any help, other
than Sylvie keeping her tied up in knots, jerking her around and making
lots of alcohol available. “ I look at Jinny and try to make the words
as gentle as possible. “I’m thinking they thought she’d do it herself;
stay drunk, make mistakes, get discredited, lose her job and then they
could point out she was the one holding out on the murder possibility,
the only one holding out on it.
“But that didn’t happen. You screwed their plan up because you went off
to Rehab and came back clean and didn’t want anything to do with Sylvie
which meant she didn’t get a second chance at helping you screw up.
Massey already hated you for not sucking up to him like everyone else
and for not fucking him, Chandler’s got a lot of heavy, heavy shit to be
worried about, way more than just this stuff and he absolutely doesn’t
want Jinny stirring the shit up around him again. This is election
year. And then Sylvie was probably pissed off when she lost control of
you~“ I stop, remembering Weaver saying almost this same thing the
night Jinny broke down in their television room. God, was that only
four or five days ago? It seems impossible.
McCafferty is looking at Jinny for confirmation on my idea and asks her,
”Control freak?”
“Oh, yeah,“ Jinny says emphatically and I have a sudden lurid mental
image of the two of them in that photo I had found first… Sylvie’s hand
tightly fisted in Jinny’s hair tugging her head back at a sharp, painful
angle. Control. She was the one cuffed, but Jinny was definitely the
one being controlled.
“Cooper?”
McCafferty is gazing at me expectantly and glancing at Jinny’s
thoughtful scowl, I get the feeling I’ve missed my name being called
several times now.
“Yeah. Sorry. I was just remembering what Weaver said the other
night. How Sylvie destroys lives for the pure pleasure of it, out of
boredom.”
“Weaver?” McCafferty interjects. “As in Kerry?”
“Yeah, we were… over there a few nights ago. Talking.” Jinny says and
I gulp and wonder if I have screwed up.
“About this?” McCafferty asks, voice deceptively calm and directing the
question at me.
“Sort of. Not this.´ I wave at the computer, “But about Sylvie
and Jinny…”
She nods, apparently deciding to not delve any further. I’m being given
a very piercing and thorough examination which I manage to stand through
but feel relieved to be done with when she drops her gaze.
Amanda sticks her head in the door, relaying she has started the
spaghetti but wouldn’t mind help with the sauce and salad and Jamie can
come, isn’t that great?
When she’s withdrawn again and I’m snapping the rubber band back in
place around the disks I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up to find
McCafferty looking down at me, expression carefully neutral, but firm.
At the door Jinny sees it and stops, frowning, bumping back against the
door frame as she sends me some sort of silent look of caution.
“Cooper, tell me you’re not imagining some wild plan where we guarantee
to keep this under wraps in some kind of trade off for Jinny.” She
doesn’t look at her but says in a voice obviously meant to carry to her,
“Jinny knows I can’t condone anything remotely like that.”
Jinny meets my gaze calmly, smiling.
I look up at McCafferty, unperturbed. “No, ma’am.” I tell her.
“Absolutely not. Nothing like that.”
“Mmhmm. And what is the plan then?” She crosses her arms and
leans back against the edge of the computer desk, waiting and I know I’m
definitely dealing with the Captain now; not Jase’s aunt. Jinny’s
giving me a sympathetic look from the doorway, trying to not actually
laugh. Apparently my expression is hysterically funny.
“Well, Captain~~”” I say slowly, deliberately emphasizing the
title,“~~the plan is we get the tape I stashed at Weaver’s and we take
that to a grand jury and see if they think it’s as damaging as I doand
they will,” I assure her,”And then we get search warrants for both the
Chandler and Massey residences, along with wherever Sylvie’s living and
the penthouse… and then we nail their fucking asses.“
She blinks and glances at Jinny briefly, then back at me, the question
obvious.
“An audio tape. A Micro cassette I found in Sylvie’s penthouse, which,
since SFPD itself so generously housed me there, making it my temporary
residence, negates any need for a search warrant. Which means it’s
definitely legally admissible.”
Jinny’s grin is huge when McCafferty pivots to look at her again and
she’s chortling when she speaks. “She steps in more shit than I do.
It’s great.”
“Must be quite a relief for you,” McCafferty says dryly over her
shoulder and then to me, ”And what’s on this tape? And what the hell is
it doing at Weaver’s?”
END OF TWENTY EIGHT
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