In Death 11 - Judgment in Death

feet. "Easiest twenty you ever made, pal."
    She walked away, still limping a little, and Webster fell into step beside her. "Now that we've had our little party, can I have a minute?"
    "I've got a follow-up to do, then I've got to go in and hammer these guys, write a report..." She sighed. "What do you want?"
    "To apologize."
    "Okay. Accepted." But before she could walk away he took her arm. "Webster."
    "Just a minute." Cautiously, he removed his hand, put both in his pockets. "I was way over the line last night, and I'm sorry for it. I put you in a bad spot. I was pissed, at myself a lot more than you, but it gave me an excuse to... Okay truth, goddamn it. I never got over you."
    He could probably have given her a quick roundhouse kick in the face and shocked her less. "What? What was to get over?"
    "Well, ouch. That should have my ego limping for the next couple of weeks. Let's just say I got hung up. It's not like I thought about you every waking minute for the past few years, but there were moments. And when that shit came down on you last winter and we had a few face-to-faces, it got stirred up again. It's my problem, not yours."
    She considered, strained for something, but her mind stayed blank. "I don't know what I'm supposed to say."
    "Nothing. I just wanted to clear it up, get it out of my gut. Roarke has every right to kick my teeth in." Experimentally, Webster ran his tongue around them now. "Which he damn near did. Anyway." He tried a shrug. "I'd like to set that aside if it's just the same to you."
    "Yeah, let's do that. I've got to -- "
    "One more thing while I'm clearing my conscience. I was following orders when I came to you on Kohli. I didn't like doing it. I know you had a meet at The Tower, with Bayliss."
    "Your captain's an asshole."
    "Yeah. Yeah, he is." He sucked in a breath. "Look, I went into IAB because I wanted to do good work, because I believed in keeping a clean house. I'm not going to give you a song and dance on abuse of power, but -- "
    "Good, because I could sing a hell of a tune about your captain."
    "I know it. I didn't come to you last night just because I was hung up on you. This operation, the direction it's taken, has stuck in my craw. Bayliss says look at the big picture, but if you don't see the details, what the hell's the point?"
    He looked back as the medi-vans and their police escort headed out. "I'm adding up the details, Dallas, and they're making a whole new pattern. You're going after a cop killer, and it's going to swing you right into Ricker's face."
    "Tell me something I don't know."
    "Okay, I will." He looked back at her. "I want in."
    "Forget it."
    "If you don't think you can trust me, you're wrong. And if you think I'll give you any personal grief, you're wrong there, too."
    "I'm not worried about personal grief. Even if I wanted you in, I don't have the authority to sanction it."
    "You're primary. You pick your team."
    She stepped back, hooked her thumbs in her front pocket, and measured him with a deliberately insulting up-and-down glance. "When's the last time you've been on the street, Webster?"
    "Awhile, but it's like sex. You don't forget the moves. I just saved your ass, didn't I?"
    "I was saving my own, thanks. Why the hell should I bring you in?"
    "I've got information. I can get more. It may be my last duty in IAB. I'm thinking about transferring out, maybe putting back in for Homicide or Violent Crimes. I'm a good cop, Dallas. We worked together before. We did all right. Give me a shot. I could use some redemption."
    There were a dozen reasons to refuse. But there were one or two offsetting those. "I'll think about it."
    "Good enough. You know how to reach me." He walked away, then turned, walking backward as he grinned at her. "Don't forget. I share the collar for these assholes."
    She stood frowning after him, trying to figure the angles.
    "We're cleaned up here, Lieutenant." Peabody, curiosity burning, walked up to her. "The uniforms are taking the single subject who was still standing into booking. Weapons are confiscated. The dead guy's on his way to the morgue, the other two en route to the hospital under guard. I have the name and address of the little boy. Should I notify child services so a rep can be present while you take his statement?"
    "Hold off on that. Let's have a female uniform take his statement later today. Since maximum force was used, it's better, cleaner, if I don't take it myself. I'll write it up when I get back and report to