In Death 11 - Judgment in Death

riding my back bumper from Connecticut to New York?"
    "It isn't against the law to drive a public road, Lieutenant."
    She simply flipped back, tapped her finger on the file. "Carrying concealed and banned weapons."
    "My client claims you planted those weapons."
    Eve shifted her gaze toward the client, a man of about two hundred and fifty pounds with hands like hams and a face only a mother could love -- if she were seriously nearsighted. As yet, he hadn't opened his mouth.
    "I must've been pretty busy. So your client, who apparently has been struck mute, purports that I just happened to be carrying four self-charging hand lasers and a couple of long-scoped flame rifles in my police unit, with the hopes that some innocent civilian might come along and I could frame him. Seeing as, what, I didn't like his face?"
    "My client has no knowledge of your motives."
    "Your client is a piece of shit who's been down this road before. Assault and battery, carrying concealeds, assault with a deadly, possession with intent. You're not standing for some choirboy, Canarde. With what we've got on him, he goes in, and he stays in. My best guess is twenty-five, hard time with no parole option, off-planet penal colony. Never been on an off-planet facility, have you, pal?"
    Eve showed her teeth in a smile. "They make the cages here look like suites at The Palace."
    "Police harassment and intimidation is expected," Canarde said smoothly. "My client has nothing more to say."
    "Yeah, he's been a real chatterbox up till now. You going to let Ricker make you the sacrificial lamb here? You think he's worried about the twenty-five you'll do in a cage?"
    "Lieutenant Dallas," Canarde interrupted, but Eve kept her eyes on the man, saw the faintest shadow of worry in his eyes.
    "I don't want you, Lewis. You want to save yourself, you want to deal with me. Who sent you after me today? Say the name, and I cut you out of the herd."
    "This interview is over." Canarde got to his feet.
    "Is it over, Lewis? You want it over? You want to start your first night of twenty-five in a cage? Does he pay you enough, can anyone pay you enough to make you swallow sitting in a hole twenty hours every day for twenty-five years, with a slab for a bed, with security cams watching you piss in a steel toilet? No luxuries off-planet, Lewis. The idea isn't rehabilitation, no matter what the politicians say. It's punishment."
    "Be quiet, Mr. Lewis. I have ended this interview, Lieutenant, and demand my client's right to a hearing."
    "Yeah, he'll get his hearing." She rose. "You're a sap, Lewis, if you think this mouth in a pricey suit's standing for you."
    "I got nothing to say. To cops or cunts." Lewis looked up, sneered. But Eve saw the glitter of fear in his eyes.
    "I guess that counts me out altogether." Eve signaled to the guard. "Take this sack of shit to his hole. Sleep tight, Lewis. I won't tell you to sleep, Canarde," she said as she walked out. "I hear sharks don't."
    She rounded the corner, slipped down a hall, and through a door where Whitney and Peabody stood in observation.
    "The hearings are set for tomorrow. Starting at nine," Whitney told her. "Canarde and his team put on the pressure to get them in."
    "Fine, our boys'll still spend the night in a cell. I want to sweat Lewis again, before the hearing. We can push his hearing to the end of the group, give me some time with him tomorrow morning. He's the one who'll crack."
    "Agreed. You've never visited an off-planet rehabilitation center, have you, Lieutenant?"
    "No, sir. But I've heard they're gutters."
    "Worse. Lewis will have heard, too. Keep playing that note. Go home," he added. "Get some sleep."
    "If I'd been in there," Peabody said when they were alone, "I'd've rolled over on my mother. Could he really cop twenty-five off-planet?"
    "Oh yeah. You don't mess with a cop. The system frowns severely on it. He knows it, too. He's going to be thinking about it tonight. Thinking hard. I want you back here at six-thirty. I want to hit him again early. You can stand in, look mean and heartless."
    "I love doing that. Are you going home?" she asked, knowing how often her lieutenant sent her off and stayed on the job herself.
    "Yeah. Yeah, I am. After rubbing shoulders with that bunch, I want a shower. Six-thirty, Peabody."
    "Yes, sir."
    She'd missed dinner and wasn't pleased to discover the candy thief who'd targeted her as patsy had found her newest stash. She had to settle for an apple someone had foolishly left