Dirty (40 page)

“What about you?”
 
Dawson looked as if he’d taken an ill-fated bull ride and ended up somewhere between stunned and defeated.
 
That he still worried about me touched another of those tender places that was supposed to be off limits.

“I’ll be fine.
 
Take care of your brother.”

For half a minute I wasn’t sure he would leave without saying more, but he did.
 
A part of me went with him.

Hobbs and Ryker met him in the corridor.
 
I stood there for a while after they’d left.
 
Dawson had at least part of what he’d come here for now.
 
Identifying the remains would take some time, but obviously his brother had been murdered.
 
He hadn’t gone rogue.
 
Surely that would help clear his name.

But I was still no closer to the one who got away.
 
Nothing I’d learned told me who’d ordered Rayburn’s execution or why HPD had fallen down on the investigation.

Or how my uncle played into any of it.
 
I thought of him with Cates and wondered what the two of them thought they could do now that they hadn’t done ten years ago.

To some degree Luther’s confession had cleared my father, but there were still questions.
 
And Hank...I just didn’t understand why he was hiding anything.

The way I saw it I had two choices here.
 
I could wallow in doubt or I could go figure this out with or without my uncle’s cooperation.

Maybe I wouldn’t like what I found.
 
Maybe Bob was right, the truth might be more than I could handle.

But there was only one way to find out.

“Mercer, you need to come with me.”

I looked up, blinked.
 
Chief Cates.
 
I hadn’t heard him walk up.
 
Too distracted.
 
“What’s up, Chief?”

“It’s Hank.
 
He’s in trouble.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Chief Cates and I took the elevator down to the basement level.
 
The entire time my heart pounded hard in my chest.
 
My mind whirled with confusing questions.

This wasn’t possible.

Hank had confessed to a cover up in the Disposable case?

I considered what I knew about the case and the HPD file I’d looked at what felt like forever ago.
 
It was easy to see now that Rayburn was the material witness referred to repeatedly.
 
The task force had been made up of McElroy from DEA, Brooks, FBI of course, and Hank, HPD.
 
Masters and Reagan were the ones running the illegal operation.
 
The only question had been who facilitated their efforts?
 
One or more members of the aforementioned holy trinity of law enforcement agencies no doubt.

My gut said DEA.
 
McElroy had killed himself and the two guys who’d executed Rayburn had been DEA.
 
But then why all the subterfuge from Brooks and Bob Fraley about HPD and my uncle?

And why on earth would Hank confess if he was innocent?

The truth was I wanted him to be innocent.

Still couldn’t believe otherwise.

“No one is more shocked about this than I am, Mercer,” the Chief said, breaking the quiet, “but I wanted you to hear it from me personally.”

I glanced at him as we moved along the basement corridor that would lead to the underground pedestrian tunnel system.

“Why would he do that, Chief?”
 
Surely Cates didn’t believe he was guilty.
 
“You’ve worked with him for twenty years.
 
Do you think he did this?”

He paused at the underground exit.
 
“I’m trying hard not to believe the worst, Mercer.”
 
He shrugged, heaved a sigh.
 
“But you saw the case file.
 
Frankly, there should have been an IA investigation into the way Hank handled that case but DEA wanted the whole business shut down.
 
Everybody was dead anyway.”

Oh, Lord.
 
He did think Hank was guilty.
 
The bottom dropped out of my stomach.

“In any event, it seems he’s turned himself in over at the DA’s office.”

A mistake.
 
It had to be a mistake.

I shuddered as we moved into the tunnel and the dank musty smell hit my nostrils.
 
I’d never liked it down here, though it could be handy for getting around downtown on rainy days.
 
There was a connection from my building, but I rarely used it.

I forced away the mundane thought, tried to focus on the issue at hand.
 
If Hank was guilty why had he insisted I should believe in him?
 
Not once in my life had he lied to me.
 
Okay, he hadn’t told me about Rayburn, but that was likely out of respect for my father.
 
I’d never had any reason not to trust him.

“This can’t be right.”
 
The words echoed in the deserted corridor, sounded even more forlorn bouncing off the cold concrete walls.

“Life isn’t always easy, Mercer.
 
We do the best we can.”

I looked at the Chief’s profile.
 
I hadn’t realized until then that he’d taken me by the arm, was leading me.

“Did he tell you first?” I asked, not really sure why I did.
 
I felt like I had to say something.
 
Mary Jane had said she saw them together in the diner this morning.

The Chief paused at the next turn.
 
“No.”
 
He looked thoughtful.
 
“I haven’t talked to Hank since he returned from his vacation.
 
As a matter of fact I haven’t even seen him.”

I froze inside. He was lying.

At that precise moment the truth I’d been searching for since the day I pulled that photo out of the FedEx envelope bloomed wide open like a rare cactus flower at midnight.
 
The full import of it had been there all along, hidden from view.
 
Hank might keep something from me to protect me, but he would never outright lie to me, certainly not about anything as important as this.

And Brooks was right.
 
It was HPD.

“It was you.”
 
The words were scarcely a whisper.
 
That’s why Hank wouldn’t talk about HPD’s involvement in Disposable.
 
He wasn’t protecting himself, he’d been protecting Cates or maybe HPD in general.
 
But why?
 
It didn’t make sense.

The Chief’s fingers tightened on my arm.
 
“Let’s not make a scene, Mercer.”

I realized then that in my shock I’d left my purse and Shorty in the interview room.
 
Perfect.
 
I relaxed marginally when I remembered that I was still wearing the .32.
 
Nothing like a trusty back-up piece.
 
But I needed opportunity.
 
My mind reeled with escape scenarios.

Before a plan of action evolved, the Chief escorted me into a maintenance corridor.
 
No reason for anyone to be in there.
 
Good choice for him.

“All you had to do was let it go.”
 
He spoke in that same, patient monotone he always used.
 
His touch, however, wasn’t so gentle.
 
His fingers bit into my flesh, but the muzzle of the weapon he had drawn was the motivation for my continued submission to his highhandedness.

Once we were inside the secondary corridor he shoved me against the wall.
 
The impact vibrated all the way to the bone but the freedom from his hold was worth the pain.

“Disposable was closed,” he said harshly.
 
“You should have let it go.”

“Where’s my uncle?” I demanded, assuming a fight or flight posture.

“I’ve sent Nance and O’Linger to pick him up.
 
I encouraged them to use excessive force if necessary,” he added disdainfully.

Fear seared through my veins, followed immediately by outrage.
 
I wanted to jerk that gun out of his hand and pistol-whip him until he confessed everything.

“He’s finally going down for the botched job he did on Disposable.”
 
Cates laughed.
 
“The worst part is he still wants to believe it was Brooks.”
 
The Chief’s expression turned derisive.
 
“When we met for breakfast he said as much.
 
Wanted my help in making it happen.
 
Since it was clear you weren’t going to give up your preposterous investigation, had dragged Hank fully into it, I had to make a decision.”

This guy was sick.
 
I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed that before.
 
That he’d fooled everyone around him gave me little comfort.

“I should have moved more decisively when I realized what you and your friend Dawson were up to,” Cates said with regret as he moved a step closer sending my internal alarm status to the next level.

I struggled to stay calm.
 
Couldn’t go for the weapon under my skirt just yet.
 
“You know you won’t get away with this,” I warned, hoping to buy some time.

Cates smiled.
 
“Let’s not bother with any more small talk.
 
This isn’t like in the movies, Mercer.
 
In real life the good guys rarely win.”

Okay, so that hadn’t worked.
 
Usually I’m really good at improvising.
 
But I was running a little behind the curve here.
 
Any more of his philosophical rhetoric and I might just shoot myself.

“You should have backed off when I gave you the chance.”

His warnings.
 
The rock and the snake.

Abruptly I wondered about the two murdered illegals?
 
Fury bolted through me.
 
“Why did you kill Sanchez and that woman?
 
If you wanted me to stop why didn’t you just come after me?”
 
I was zooming past the fear and confusion straight into that pissed off zone that left me unable to think rationally.

“Don’t be foolish, Mercer,” he chastised.
 
“Why would I commit murder?
 
I’m a homicide chief for Christ’s sakes?
 
They were already dead.
 
I just used their bodies for my own purposes.
 
They were past caring.
 
But you’ve left me no other option now.
 
Killing you is necessary.”

Maybe Cates had spent too much time in homicide.
 
He’d seriously lost touch with his human side.
 
Just my luck to be around when the break happened.

“Now, let’s not drag this out,” he mused, taking aim.
 
“I need to be on my way.
 
The DA is waiting.”

I guess now was a good time to think of a plan B.
 
“I hope you have a good alibi,” I tossed out.

“The best,” he said, relishing his own ingenuity.
 
“I was kind enough to come and escort you to the DA’s office to see what you could do to help your
poor
uncle, but you became combative, tried to kill me.
 
I had no choice but to defend myself.”
 
His grip tightened on the gun.

Jesus.
 
There went my Plan B.
 
“I still think you’ll have a hard time getting anyone to believe Hank is guilty,” I said quickly, hoping like hell I would think of something else before his trigger finger contracted.

“That won’t be a problem,” he scoffed.
 
“Brooks heaped enough suspicion on Hank ten years ago to keep everyone guessing.
 
Hank never really did live it down.
 
Why do you think he was so eager to retire and go to work with you?”

That realization hit me hard.
 
This was why Hank hadn’t wanted to tell his side.
 
He’d already gone through the accusations.
 
That explained his partner’s reaction...and maybe even Bob’s.
 
They were his friends, wouldn’t talk out of school.

“Wow, looks like you covered all the right bases to protect yourself.”
 
No point in arguing.
 
The man had the details plotted down to the last one.
 
I leaned into the wall and forced my posture to relax in a show of surrender.
 
“I guess there’s nothing left to talk about.”

“That’s right, Mercer.
 
It’s all over.”

Speaking of which, if Plan C didn’t work I was screwed.
 
“Well, I guess you won’t mind then that I’m wired,” I said nonchalantly.
 
I wasn’t, of course, but he didn’t know that.
 
“I actually wore it to catch Brooks this morning.”

Fury blazed across his face.
 
He grabbed for the hem of my tank top to jerk it up.

“Not there,” I said, reaching for his hand.
 
I pressed it against my crotch.
 
“
There
.”

His eyes widened in surprise for about five seconds before what he actually felt had time to assimilate in his brain.

But that was all the time it took.
 

There were two things a girl learned to do simultaneously at a very young age: knee a guy in the crotch and scream at the top of her lungs.

I did both.
 
As he doubled over in pain I snatched my .32 from under my skirt.