High Noon

Meeks’s father. He’s making noises about filing a complaint against you.”
    “For?”
    “The unwarranted suspension of his son. Also there was some mention of a legal suit for slander, defamation. He wants a sit-down with you, me and his son’s rep.”
    “I’m available for that, at any time. I instructed Arnie he was free to contact his delegate at the time of his suspension. And,” she added, “that’s on the record.”
    “You’re going to stand by the thirty-day rip?”
    “I am. He violated every guideline. He goaded Gradey, a hostage-taker, into suicide, and he’s lucky Gradey didn’t kill the hostages, too. You read the report, Captain, including the witness statements—civilian and law enforcement.”
    “Yeah, I did.” Wearily, Dave rubbed the back of his neck. “He couldn’t have screwed it up more if he’d set out to.”
    “I’m not sure he didn’t. That’s not colored by personal dislike,” she continued when Dave frowned. “He’s a power-tripper, and he’s bigoted, sexist and rash. He shouldn’t be a cop.”
    “Phoebe, that kind of stand, the bias in it, isn’t going to help hold up your end of this.”
    “It’s not bias, it’s fact. And, I believe, the psych eval will bear me out. Dave, he put that mutilated doll outside my house.”
    Dave shoved his hands into his pockets, and inside the pockets they curled into fists. “I’m not going to contradict you on that, but you’re going to want to be careful about making that accusation to anyone but me. You’re going to need more to—”
    “He called me a bitch to my face, that’s not counting the number of times he’s called me one behind my back. He stood just about where you’re standing now and threatened me. He has no respect for my authority, and, in fact, only contempt for me.”
    “Do you think I don’t want him out?” Dave tossed back, and for the first time he let some of the anger, some of the frustration show. “Out of this squad, out of the department? I’ve got no cause to put him off the job, not at this point. And, Phoebe, sitting behind that desk means you have to demand respect for your authority.”
    “And so I have,” she said evenly. “Thirty days may give him time to consider that. Captain, he stood in this office and accused me of being behind this desk because I’ve performed sexual acts with you.”
    Dave stared at her a moment. “Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch.” He sucked in a breath. “Were there any witnesses to those accusations?”
    “No, and I’d turned off the recorder before he made them. But he made them. Very specifically. Which indicates he has as much contempt for you as for me. Moreover, I believe he was about to make a move on me—physically. Detective Sykes interrupted. I don’t like playing it this way. I don’t like spreading this kind of crap around, but the fact is, I think Arnold Meeks is dangerous. So ask Sykes about it.”
    “I’ll do that. I’m going to schedule that sit-down for this afternoon. Make sure you’re clear for it.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Do you want to file sexual harassment charges?”
    “Not at this time. I’ll stand with the insubordination.”
    He nodded, turned toward the door. “You may want to contact your own rep.” He glanced back. “The Meekses have some muscle in the department, connections, history. Keep your ass covered, Phoebe, because even if we’re able to take this asshole down, he could do some damage.”
    “I will. Dave? I’m sorry I had to pull you into it this way, this personal way.”
    “You didn’t,” Dave said shortly. “He did.”
    Trouble, she thought when she was alone again. Trouble was coming. Well, she’d dealt with trouble before. When the morning session was finished, she’d make some time to review Meeks’s jacket, the statements from the Gradey incident and her own personal report of her altercation with Meeks in her office.
    Through the glass wall of her office, she saw Dave was already gesturing Sykes toward the break room. A private talk. Her captain’s protective instincts were up, and she was sorry, damn sorry, she’d had to incite them.
    But she was damned if Meeks was going to endanger lives, threaten her, upset her family, then pull out his departmental pedigree as a shield.
    She didn’t care who his father was.
    And right now, she reminded herself, she needed to put this aside and get downstairs. She swung by the PAA on the way through the squad room. “I’m in the