The Rookie Club: Dead Center Part 12

Hailey glanced at her.

"He came to my house afterwards. He was freaked out."

Hailey frowned.

"He swore he'd come forward immediately. I didn't want to tell you yesterday morning because I knew it would look better if he did it himself." She paused. "And I knew he would."

"And if he hadn't?"

"I'd have told you before the end of the day."

Hailey didn't respond.

"Also, I can provide an alibi for the whole night if you need it. I didn't help Tim. I just told him to turn his a.s.s in."

Hailey opened the hall door and let Jamie pa.s.s in front of her. "You were with someone?"

"I was online for most of it."

The door clicked shut behind them. Their shoes ticked against the linoleum floor.

"Doing what?" Hailey asked.

"I belong to a group."

"Like a chat group?"

She nodded. "For cases-other cops."

"What time were you online?"

"Off and on between the time I got home and around five o'clock. I tried to go to sleep earlier, but Tim showed up around two fifteen and I couldn't sleep after that. There will be records of the dialogue. We're working a nasty rape/murder in Chicago. There are three or four other officers who can confirm my presence, if you need them to."

They turned left into the lab corridor. Jamie considered the evidence Hailey had, wasn't sure she wanted to be surprised by it.

Hailey paused at the lab door, her hand on the k.n.o.b. "You ready?"

Jamie nodded, not so sure.

Inside, the senior criminalist, Sydney, walked along the edge of a huge cut of red-stained carpet. The piece, spread out on the lab floor, was maybe nine feet by twelve. Her strawberry-blond ponytail swung as she moved. She wore khakis and a white lab coat. Freckles dappled her cheeks, giving her skin a glow despite a lack of makeup. Sydney circled the rug, holding a black Sharpie. Every few steps, she'd stop, lean over, and circle a spot of red.

"I'm here for the Devlin update," Hailey said.

Sydney turned, blinked hard. "Mike, will you get Tasha's file for me?"

Hailey met Jamie's gaze. Neither spoke. Jamie knew Sydney and Devlin had been close. The few times she'd seen Devlin at Rookie Club dinners, she always sat beside Sydney. Jamie felt more clearly the widening gap between herself and the other officers who had once been her comrades. Natasha Devlin would haunt her forever-dead or alive. Unless the truth shed a symphony of light on her death, people would rarely think of her murder without hearing notes of Jamie Vail somewhere in the background.

Sydney swiped at her face with the back of one hand, still focused on the rug. "I'm almost done with this."

"Take your time," Hailey told her, leading Jamie to a small table to one side. On it sat a chamber for fingerprinting evidence.

Hailey sat and Jamie forced herself to join though she would have preferred to stand.

Sydney circled another three spots on the carpet before standing to remove the medical gloves, drop them in the biohazard trash bin, and toss the contaminated pen into the trash. Afterwards, she retrieved a file off her desk and carried it to the table, sitting beside Hailey and opposite Jamie. She wiped her eyes with her palms, shook her head. "I keep losing it. They should have someone else doing her work, you know. d.a.m.n unthinking bureaucracy."

Jamie struggled to find something to say, something that would alleviate any doubt. Instead, she shook her head. "I'm very sorry, Sydney."

Sydney glanced at her, nodded. "She wasn't the best with men, but she was a wonderful person."

Jamie nodded. "She didn't deserve to die. I hope you believe me."

Sydney blinked again, shook her head, and sniffed to clear her nose. With a deep breath, she pressed on. "Okay, let's see what we got. From the car, we found dozens of smudged partials but only nine full prints-three inside the car, six outside. Six we've matched to officers, the other three no match yet. And we still haven't finished printing her office."

Hailey drew out her notebook. "Start with the inside."

"Your rookie on the neck. Natasha's prints and another one." She scanned the pages, flipped.

"Worley?" Hailey asked.

Sydney shook her head. "Scott Scanlan."

Jamie watched Hailey's face. From the expression, Jamie could see Hailey had not expected that news. "Scanlan?" Hailey repeated.

Jamie knew Scanlan only by reputation. From what she'd heard, he was not a likely target for a Devlin conquest. He seemed young, even for her, and not all that bright. He had a tendency to make a mess of everything he got himself into, to the point where he'd become a sort of punchline for inner-department jokes. Except when he landed himself in the news. Then, the joke was on them. Of course, he was the deputy chief's son. That would be appealing to Devlin.

Sydney nodded, lowered her voice. "He's been dating someone in here-our new tech, Stephanie Rusch. He's actually been sweet to her-taking her out, flowers, the whole bit. I know his reputation, but he's young, you know. I don't think he belongs on the force, but for the most part, he's just a confused kid, trying to fill Daddy's shoes."

Hailey nodded. "My husband's sometimes guilty of the same. Does Stephanie know?"

"About the prints, you mean?" Sydney nodded. "She got the match and I had to pull her. Have them double-checked. I've got her on an outside case now. The whole thing is conflict of interest. It should go to the Feds but you know that'll never happen. Can you see the department calling in the FBI?"

No one spoke for a minute. No. Jamie thought. That would not happen. Getting a case from the department usually meant a battle. "Christ, what a nightmare," Jamie said after a pause.

Hailey nodded. "I'm sorry too, Sydney."

Jamie started to stand. "I shouldn't be here. I'm making it harder, I'm sure."

Sydney shook her head. "Don't go. It's fine. I'll get through it." She touched Jamie's arm. "Stay."

Hailey nodded.

Jamie sat.

Sydney straightened. "We found dozens of partials, but Scanlan's was clean-on the dash above the glove-so it's recent-at least relatively."

"And outside?" Hailey prompted.

"Outside we've got Wallace again-"

"The rookie," Hailey said.

Sydney nodded, still reading. "Natasha, Worley, two unknowns, and an officer named Bruce Daniels. Know him?"

Hailey's expression narrowed, her brow furrowed. "Daniels?"

Jamie nodded. "I saw him there. I figured it was because she was a cop, but I wouldn't have expected him to touch the car. Kind of a rookie mistake for IA."

Hailey turned to Jamie. "You're saying Daniels was at the scene yesterday morning?"

"Yeah. You're surprised?"

Anger flashed across Hailey's expression. "I was told no one was there before me."

Jamie watched Hailey. "You okay?"

Hailey nodded stiffly. "Just sick of bureaucratic BS."

Jamie watched her, wondering what she wasn't saying.

"What else?" Hailey asked Sydney.

"The s.e.x kit. We've got positive tests for saliva, s.e.m.e.n, and we've got a half-dozen hairs."

Jamie felt her mouth drop. "Jesus. She wasn't raped, was she?"

Sydney shook her head. "No signs of trauma, but she'd had intercourse."

Jamie stared. "With-" Then suddenly she didn't want to know. The band around her ribs tightened and she couldn't seem to draw a breath. "It's okay. I don't need-"

Hailey touched her arm. "Tim told us, Jamie. They had s.e.x earlier that day, before the banquet."

Her stomach contracted like she'd been hit. She didn't know they'd slept together earlier that day. Tim said he'd seen her the night before, when he'd gone to her house. He told her they'd had a fight. He hit her. An older neighbor had come out of her house and asked if Devlin needed help. She shook her head, felt sick. He told her all those things but he had failed to tell her that he'd been with her the very day of her death. He'd lied. Stupid. Of course he'd lied.

"Jamie, are you-"

Just then, a phone began to vibrate on the table. Both inspectors grabbed for their mobiles.

"It's me," Jamie said, thankful for the interruption. "Vail," she said without excusing herself, stumbling into the hall.

Hailey said something, but Jamie kept moving.

She had been so focused on clearing Tim, so concerned that they would do everything to frame Tim in an effort to solve the case quickly. The more pressure there was to solve it, the easier it would be to let Tim hang in the noose. Maybe, though, the noose was exactly where he belonged. d.a.m.n him.

"This is dispatch," came the response.

"Dispatch?"

"Inspector, we just received a call from the Marin County sheriffs department. A neighbor called on a break-in at 129 Payne Road. I'll patch you through to the responding officer now."

s.h.i.t. That was her house.

A series of clicks and she heard a new voice. "Officer Arguello here."

"This is Inspector Vail. I'm the owner of 129 Payne. You have an intruder there?"

"Guy broke a window over the kitchen sink to get in. Dog went crazy, so the neighbor called us. We caught your perp. He's wasted drunk and swears he knows you."

Could Tim have made it from the courthouse that quickly? Gotten wasted? But that meant they'd granted bail and why go to her house? "I don't think so."

The officer laughed. "Yeah, they all say they know you when they get busted."

"You have an ID on him?"

"Yeah." He paused. "Name is Tony Galen."

Jamie clamped her eyes shut. Some small noise issued from her chest like a sigh or a gasp or just the sound of her childhood rushing back.

"You know him, Inspector?" Arguello asked.

"Yeah," Jamie said slowly. "I know him."

"We've got him at the station. You want to come pick him up?"

"I'll be there in an hour."

"We'll try to get some coffee in him."

Jamie hung up the phone and headed for the door. Tony Galen. Jesus Christ. Tony and she had grown up together. Their fathers had been best friends, partners on the job, and shared a duplex. When their wives had died, her father and Pat were widowers together. Tony Galen was the closest thing she had to a brother.

She hit end and looked down to see she had a new voicemail.

"It's Jules," her captain's voice said. "I'll give you another twenty-four hours surveillance. Let's hope we get something."

She sighed. As she started out of the building, the phone vibrated in her hand.

"Vail."

"It's Ed Goldman." His voice was quiet and she heard the disappointment in his voice. It wasn't good news.

"What happened?"

"We didn't make bail. Flight risk, a police murder. We fought hard but the judge didn't budge."

Jamie rushed out the front door, felt the sun bright in her eyes. "What do you do now?"

"We appeal. In the meantime, the police have warrants for his house and car."

She didn't speak.