In Death 11 - Judgment in Death

reporter, Dallas."
    "Commander, this information was given to me in confidence. I have no compunction about using the information but can't name the source."
    "You're making it more difficult for me to kick ass in IAB."
    "I'm sorry about that."
    "I'll hit them with it," he continued, drumming his fingers on his desk. "They'll deny, stall, prevaricate. If, as you relate, this operation has been in place some time, they're going to be very reluctant to open it, even with this office."
    He sat back, eyes slitted with concentration. "Politics is a dirty little game. I'm very good at it."
    "Yes, sir." Eve allowed herself the barest hint of a smile. "You are."
    "Be prepared to be called into The Tower to discuss this matter, Lieutenant," he said, referring to the offices of the police commissioner. "I'll start the wheel rolling."
    "I'll be available, Commander. At this time, and until this area of my investigation is resolved to our satisfaction, I'll be working with my team at my home office."
    He nodded, already turning to his 'link. "Dismissed."
    As she jogged through the garage toward her vehicle, Carmichael hailed her.
    "Got a little something that might interest you. I've been through most of the witnesses on my list, and hit with one of the waitresses."
    "Hit what?"
    "Seems this server did some short time for running scams. Nothing major, a little bait and switch. But it gave her a good eye for cops. She claims she made Kohli as one but didn't think anything of it. Didn't make much of the other cop who came in from time to time and sat at the bar sucking down whiskey sours."
    "What other cop?"
    "Yeah," Carmichael said with a grin. "That was my question. And the answer was the lady cop. The good-looking blonde. When I nudged her a little more, she gave me a pretty fair description of Captain Roth of the One two-eight."
    "Son of a bitch."
    "Yeah. The general description could have fit a few hundred women, but it rang bells. So I pulled some photos and had her do a match. She plucked Roth's out, first shot."
    "Thanks. Keep this quiet, will you?"
    "Can do. I was on my way up to drop the record of the interview on your desk." Carmichael pulled a disc out of her bag. "Want it now?"
    "Yeah. Thanks again."
    Eve jammed the disc in her pocket, hurried to her car. She was going to squeeze in time for a trip to the One two-eight.
    "Peabody." She tagged her aide on the run. "Pull up data on Roth and dig. Don't worry about flags, I want them to wave."
    "Yes, sir. Your consult with Dr. Mira is set for your home office at ten-thirty."
    "I'll try not to keep her waiting. Pull the data now, make it noisy."
    Eve didn't expect a brass band welcome when she walked into the One twenty-eighth. What she got was a number of cool stares, muttered asides. One particularly inventive officer oinked.
    Rather than ignoring it, she strolled over to his desk, smiled. "You've got a lot of talent there, Detective. Do you hire out for parties?"
    He curled his lip. "I got nothing to say to you."
    "That's good, because I don't have anything to say to you, either." She kept her eyes on his until he shifted, looked away. Satisfied, she made her way back to Captain Roth's office.
    It was a corner room, one Eve imagined had been hard won, with a pair of windows, a good solid desk, and a thriving vining plant on the sill.
    The door was glass, and through it Eve saw Roth surge to her feet when their eyes met. Eve didn't bother to knock.
    "How dare you run my personal file without notification?" Roth began. "You're over the line, Lieutenant."
    "One of us is." Eve closed the door at her back. "Why are you worried about what I might find in your personal?"
    "I'm not worried. I'm furious. There's a matter of professional courtesy, which you've summarily ignored in some vendetta you have to smear my house. I intend to report your conduct to Commander Whitney and all the way up to The Tower."
    "Your privilege, Captain. Just as it's mine, as primary on two homicides, to ask you why you concealed the fact from me that you had visited Detective Kohli at Purgatory -- a number of times," she added when she saw Roth flinch.
    "Your information is inaccurate."
    "I don't think so. We talk about it here, Captain, or at Central. Your choice -- as a professional courtesy."
    "If you think I'm going to let you ruin me, you're mistaken."
    "If you think I'm going to let you hide behind your captain's bars, you're mistaken. Where were you on the night Detective Kohli was