Part 24 (2/2)
”I figured I should have a witness.”
”Okay. And it's his gun? Definitely?”
”Yes, Captain, definitely.”
”s.h.i.+t!”
”Yes, sir.”
”Match?”
”Peel's got the bullet. It's pretty mashed up. They're trying to match it. Should get back to us today.”
”Who's the guy I talk to? Speed it up?”
”A Staff Sergeant Hurst,” Stacy threw in. ”He's heading up the investigation into the other . . .”
”Right. The Nimchuk.” Rosebart poked the plastic bag and the revolver spun a lazy quarter turn to point across the desk in Adele's direction. ”Where this weapon was used. Maybe. By one of my detectives. Maybe.” He shook the brown envelope. ”While stealing a sack of jewels. Maybe. Jesus H. Christ. And it goes on. The two jokers you brought in, what do they have to say? He tell you how he got his hands on Delisle's piece?”
”I didn't question them. Turned them over to Lacsamana and Heatley forthwith. I'm staying arm's length. Keeping my distance.”
”Except you're already in it.”
”I didn't ask for it. I just picked up Paulie's phone. This guy Sergei said he'd trade the weapon for the jewels. I convinced him I was willing to do that. When he turned over the gun I arrested him. That's as far as I went.”
”Well, s.h.i.+t, I don't know what we've got here. Those Russians, they look good for the p.a.w.nbroker?”
”Not my call, sir. They were nearby, they knew the deceased.”
”Right. And the dancer lady? She look good for it?”
”I wouldn't say so. But not my place to say.”
”Right. Not your call. That p.r.i.c.k partner of yours is lucky he's dead the way this thing's shaping up.”
”I read those jewels as evidence that Detective Delisle didn't get a chance to turn in before he was killed. If it turns out different, I won't be the one who makes the call.”
”Evidence of something, that's for G.o.dd.a.m.n sure. With extras. Don't suppose this ca.s.sette says how he came to lose his service piece?”
”No, sir.”
”Or why he didn't report it missing?”
”No, sir.”
”Kee-rist!” Rosebart pulled a Kleenex out of the box on his desk and blew his nose. ”Snow mould,” he said. ”My wife says when the snow melts off it lets out c.r.a.p that's been trapped all winter.” He wiped his eyes, gave his nose another rub. ”All right. So you,” looking at Stacy, ”come down here looking for the dancer, who just happens to show up at a murder scene, along with two Russian hoods, who all seem to know each other from the last movie.” He shook his head slowly and began collecting the pieces of evidence. ”I give up. Hand this stuff to Lacsamana and Heatley, they can log it in. Give them what you've got for facts but don't go speculating. Let them do their jobs and we'll deal with it.”
Stacy stood up. ”It was nice meeting you, Captain Rosebart.”
”Sure, sure. Tell that big busybody you work for I don't need any more of his business.”
”I will.”
Rosebart motioned for Adele to stop before she went out the door. ”Moen? You all right? I thought you were taking some more time.”
”Soon as I hand things over.”
”Slug got mashed up on the bed rail. They might not get a clean match. It was likely a Smith revolver, that's as far as they'll go. Doesn't mean it wasn't his gun. Probably not crucial. It's not like he'll be on trial.”
”He may be dead, but he's still on trial,” Adele said. ”There's going to be an inquest. If the coroner pins it on Paulie, that costs him his pension, his reputation, screws up his kid's life.”
”Well I can't bury it. It's got to play out. You stay away from it. You're too good a detective. I don't want you smeared with this.” He waved his hand vaguely, either dismissing her or dispersing a bad smell. ”You got any other thoughts about this?”
”I hope to Christ Paulie's clean.”
”Yeah. You can hope.”
The Pimple and the Toothbrush had been very happy to see her again, very happy to take away her cigarettes and make her wait two hours before they allowed her to pee. It was disappointing that her favourite policewoman was not allowed to question her, or even the tall one with the sad eyes, but she took her medicine, sat quietly and answered patiently.
It is hard sometimes not to think police are stupid, the way they go over and over a thing, but that would be a mistake. They plod because it is the surest way of getting somewhere. They write things down so they can reexamine the facts at a later date, catch you in a lie, confuse you with your own details. You cannot gloss over things. You cannot a.s.sume they will connect the dots on their own. And so she plodded with them and after a while they got bored with her story. They were much more interested in Sergei and his thick-necked partner, with stolen property and suspicion of a.s.saults and robberies.
They provided accommodations in a holding cell and said they'd get back to her.
The bed was hard, but she'd slept on worse. With any luck she'd get a few hours rest, uninterrupted by dreams of killers. She might be locked up, but for now she was safe.
Pete Lacsamana's moustache wasn't exactly like a toothbrush, but it did have a squared-off bottom edge and clipped sides. Dale Heatley was taller, and likely to develop a dowager's hump if he wasn't careful, the way he nosed around like a vacuum cleaner. They both stood, both leaning on the front of her desk, bending over, pinning her down. f.u.c.k 'em.
Adele sighed. ”s.h.i.+t, and I was almost out of the building.” Stacy was waiting for her on the other side of the room.
”We haven't got enough to do with this Grova business,” Heatley started, ”now you dump a bunch of Russians on us?”
”Spread the action around.”
”Yeah, well, Hong and Siffert are taking a few days off.”
”If they f.u.c.ked up and Paulie's shooter walks, they'll lose more than a few days.”
”No big deal. He just got misplaced.”
”f.u.c.king idiots.”
Lacsamana wasn't about to lose the advantage. ”What was all that s.h.i.+t you laid on at the crime scene?” His tone was accusatory. She wasn't offended. That's how cops start most conversations.
”No s.h.i.+t. My friend was looking for the ballet woman; she found her. I was looking for Paulie's gun; I found it. Now you've got the whole bag. Where's the problem?”
”What about this shooting in the Beaches?”
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