Criminal

awful things sometimes. That’s just her way.”
    Amanda crossed her arms, feeling exposed. Wag. She’d never heard the nickname before. She knew that people around the station considered her a goody-two-shoes. Amanda had come to terms with the reputation. There were worse things they could call her. She wasn’t trim. She wasn’t bad at her job. She was helpful. Courteous.
    They called her Wag because she was always trying to please people.
    Amanda’s throat worked as she tried to swallow back tears. She did try to please people. Please her father by doing everything he told her to. Please Butch by typing his reports. Please Rick Landry by taking Evelyn away from Techwood. Why had Amanda done that? Why hadn’t she told Landry to stop? He had practically assaulted Evelyn with her own flashlight. She was bruised on her chest and God only knew where else. And Amanda’s response had been to grab her and run away like a puppy with its tail between its legs.
    Wagging her tail.
    Roz Levy finally deigned to join them. Amanda saw the reason for her delay when she entered the room. She’d stopped to get a Tab.
    “So.” Roz pulled the ring from the can. She dropped it into a mason jar on the desk. “You gals playing cops and robbers today?”
    “I told you we’re working a case.” Evelyn’s voice was surprisingly terse.
    “Look at this one,” Roz told Amanda. “Thinks they’re gonna let her work homicide one day.”
    Amanda said, “Maybe they will.”
    “Ha.” She didn’t really laugh. “Women’s lib, right? You can do anything you want so long as you do exactly as you’re told.”
    Evelyn snapped, “We’re out there on the streets every day just the same as they are.”
    “You gals just watch. Think you’re hot shit because they let you go to the academy, gave you a badge and a gun. Mark my word. They only let you climb high enough so it breaks your back when you fall.” She took a sip of her Tab. Her next words were addressed to Amanda. “You think your old man’s gonna win his case?”
    Amanda said, “If you’re curious, you should ask him yourself.”
    “I already got one black eye, thank you very much.” She put the Tab to her forehead. The can was cold. Sweat dripped down the sides. She glared at Amanda. “What’s your problem?”
    “Nothing. I’m just starting to understand why your husband beats you.”
    Evelyn gasped.
    Roz glared at her. “That so?”
    Amanda bit her tongue to stop the apology that wanted to come. She forced herself to stare the woman straight in the eye.
    Roz gave a sharp laugh. “Ev’s right. You’re tougher than you look.” She drank from the can, wincing as the liquid went down. There were yellowed bruises around her neck. “Sorry about before. I’ve been having hot flashes all morning. Turns my bitch on.”
    Amanda looked at Evelyn, who shrugged.
    “The change. You’ll find out for yourselves soon enough.” Roz went inside the closet and started going through a stack of photos. “Shit. I left them in the kitchen.”
    Amanda waited until she left the room. “Tell me what she’s talking about?”
    “I think it’s something old Jewish women get.”
    “Not that. Have you heard other people calling me that name? Wag?”
    Evelyn had the grace not to look away. It was Amanda who couldn’t hold her gaze. She stared into the closet, the stacks of photographs showing gory scenes in sharp Kodachrome.
    “Photos,” Amanda mumbled. Now it made sense. That’s why Evelyn had brought her here. “Roz was the crime scene photographer at Techwood yesterday.”
    “The pictures are bad. Really bad. Jane—I mean Lucy—jumped from the top floor.”
    “The roof,” Amanda provided. She had all the details from Butch’s report. “There’s an access ladder at the end of the hall. It goes up to a trapdoor in the roof. Lucy managed to bust off the padlock. Butch thinks she used a hammer. They found one on the floor at the bottom of the ladder. Lucy went to the roof and jumped.”
    “Where would she get a hammer?”
    “There weren’t any tools lying around the apartment,” Amanda remembered. “Maybe the repairmen used it for the broken skylight?”
    “I suppose you’d need a hammer for that.” Evelyn sounded dubious. “Can a hammer bust a padlock?”
    “Hammer?” Roz Levy was back. She held a manila envelope in her hand. “Those jackasses think she banged open the roof access with a hammer? Why not just jump out the window? She’s on the top