In Death 13 - Seduction in Death

when he confronted them, they bashed his brains in, kept him alive with a stimulant, stripped him naked, bashed him again, and tossed him in the river where he had the bad luck to be assigned to this disgrace.
    "Three people are dead, and one's in the hospital fighting to come back. Because one cop decides to take a personal dislike to another, there might have been more. So it's not enough. It's never going to be enough."
    "You think you can hang your screwups on me," Renfrew began.
    "Stand down, Detective." Hayes got slowly to his feet.
    "Captain -- "
    "I said stand down. Now. There will be no complaint filed from my house. If Lieutenant Dallas wishes to file -- "
    "I have no wish to file."
    Hayes inclined his head. "Then you're a better man than I. I'd like to request a copy of that disc, Commander."
    "Request granted."
    "I'll consider the contents of the recording and take such actions as are deemed appropriate. Open your mouth, Renfrew, and I'll be filing myself. I want you to step outside. That's an order."
    The insult went deep enough to have him vibrating. "Yes, sir, but under protest."
    "So noted." Hayes waited until the door slammed. "My apologies, Commander Whitney, for bringing this mess to your door, and for the unbecoming behavior of my officer."
    "Your officer needs discipline, Captain."
    "He needs a kick in the ass, sir, and I can promise you he'll get one. My apologies to you as well, Lieutenant."
    "Unnecessary, Captain."
    "That's the first thing you've said I disagree with since you walked in. Renfrew is a problem child, but he is, for the moment, my problem child. I run a clean house, Lieutenant, and take responsibility for any untidiness that works its way in. Thank you for your time, Commander."
    He started for the door, paused, and turned. "Lieutenant, Sergeant Clooney and I rookied together. I went to see him after the events of last May came to light. He said you were an untarnished badge and he was grateful you were the one to bring him in. I don't know if that makes any difference to you, but it did to him."
    He nodded again, stepped out, and closed the door quietly at his back.
    When they were alone, Whitney rose and walked to his AutoChef. "Coffee, Lieutenant?"
    "No, sir. Thank you."
    "Sit down, Dallas."
    "Commander, I apologize for my disrespect and insubordination. My behavior was -- "
    "Impressive," Whitney interrupted. "Don't spoil it by remembering who's in charge in this room now."
    She winced and searched for something to say. "I have no excuse."
    "I didn't ask for one." He brought his coffee back to his desk. "But if I required one I might start by asking how much sleep you got last night."
    "I don't -- "
    "Answer the question."
    "A couple."
    "And the night before?"
    "I don't... I can't say."
    "I told you to sit down," he reminded her. "Shall I make it an order?"
    She sat.
    "I've never been a witness to you dressing down an officer -- heard rumors," he added. "Now I can safely say you've earned your rep. You did what had to be done with Clooney and the One-twenty-eight. That doesn't mean you won't take flak for it."
    "Understood, sir."
    He studied her face, and because he could see hints of fatigue, grief, anger, knew she was running thin. "The badge doesn't make the man, Eve, it's the other way around."
    She blinked, off balance by his use of her first name. "Yes, sir. I know."
    "You're high-profile, professionally and personally. That kind of exposure and shine causes jealousy and resentment in certain types. Renfrew's a prime example."
    "He doesn't concern me, personally, Commander."
    "Glad to hear it. You have Kevin Morano's confession."
    "Yes, sir." She started to rise, to give her oral, but Whitney gestured her back down.
    "I don't require a formal report at this time. I got the gist from your rant. Has the warrant for Lucias Dunwood been issued?"
    "Requested. It should be waiting for me in my office."
    "Then go get him, Lieutenant." Whitney sipped his coffee as she got to her feet. "Contact me when you've wrapped him up. We'll need to schedule a press conference after which you're ordered to go home and use whatever method you choose to guarantee you eight full hours' sleep."
    When she left, Whitney picked up the disc, turned it in his hand. Light glinted from it.
    An untarnished badge, he thought. It was a good description of her. Watching the light play, he contacted Chief Tibble to make his own report.
    It was tempting to blow the doors on the brownstone and blast in with