Part 3 (1/2)
”Nope.”
”Don't. You'd be amazed what some guys here want to find in your trunk.”
I closed my eyes for a moment. Being at the top of the police department's s.h.i.+t list was not where I'd planned to be at this point in my life.
”You can't be too popular,” I said. ”You're the one who put the cuffs on a fellow cop.”
”n.o.body's ever liked me,” Devin said, ”but most of them are scared of me, so that's just as good. You, on the other hand, are a renowned cream puff.”
”Renowned, huh?”
”What's up?”
”I need a check on a Cody Falk. Priors, anything to do with stalking.”
”And I get what for this?”
”Permanent friends.h.i.+p?”
”One of my nieces,” he said, ”wants the entire Beanie Babies collection for her birthday.”
”And you don't want to go into a toy store.”
”And I'm still paying serious child support for a kid who won't talk to me.”
”So you want me to purchase said Beanie Babies, as well.”
”Ten should do.”
”Ten?” I said. ”You've gotta be-”
”Falk with an 'F'?”
”As in flimflam,” I said and hung up.
Devin called back in an hour and told me to bring the Beanie Babies by his apartment the next night.
”Cody Falk, age thirty-three. No convictions.”
”However...”
”However,” Devin said, ”arrested once for violating a restraining order against one Bronwyn Blythe. Charges dropped. Arrested for a.s.sault of Sara Little. Charges dropped when Miss Little refused to testify and moved out of state. Named as a suspect in the rape of one Anne Bernstein, brought in for questioning. Charges never filed because Miss Bernstein refused to swear out a complaint, submit to a rape examination, or identify her attacker.”
”Nice guy,” I said.
”Sounds like a peach, yeah.”
”That's it?”