In Death 18 - Divided in Death

requires said surveillance, Internal Affairs would like to see the paperwork, the order, the charge, the evidence that led to the surveillance.”
    “I am unaware of any such surveillance by my agency.”
    “Is that what you call plausible deniability, Sparrow?” Eve asked. “Or just a big, fat lie?”
    “Lieutenant,” Tibble said, quietly, authoritatively.
    “Yes, sir. I apologize.”
    “Chief, Commander, Lieutenants.” Sparrow paused, let his gaze scan the faces. “The HSO wishes to cooperate with local law-enforcement whenever this cooperation is possible, but global matters take priority. We want Lieutenant Dallas removed from the investigation and all data pertaining thereto given over to me, as representative.”
    “I am unable to comply with the request,” Eve repeated.
    “Chief Tibble,” Sparrow continued. “I’ve given you the letter of request and authorization from the director.”
    “Yes, I’ve read it. As I’ve read the reports and the case file provided by Lieutenant Dallas. Of the two, I find hers more compelling.”
    “I can, if this request is denied, obtain a federal warrant for those reports and case files, and authorization to have the investigation terminated.”
    “Let’s cut the bullshit here, Assistant Director.” Tibble folded his hands and leaned forward. “If you could have, you would have rather than wasting this time. Your agency is hip-deep in the mud on this. Two of yours are dead, and they were, allegedly, exploiting an innocent civilian without her knowledge or consent to gather information from a private concern.”
    “Securecomp is on the agency’s watch list, Chief Tibble.”
    “I can only imagine what’s on your agency’s watch list. Regardless of this, or the very legitimate reasons you may have for that list, Reva Ewing was unforgivably—and illegally—used, her reputation impugned, her life turned inside out. She is not one of you. Chloe McCoy is dead. She was not one of you. Joseph Powell is dead. He was not one of you.”
    “Sir—”
    Tibble merely held up a finger. “My count makes it three victims to two, weighed on this side of the fence. I will not compel my lieutenant to step out of an active investigation.”
    “During the course of her investigation, your lieutenant illegally received or accessed data from the HSO. We can pursue charges on that issue.”
    Tibble spread his hands. “You are free to do so. It may be necessary for you to pursue charges against Commander Whitney and myself as well, as we have both received that data from the lieutenant.”
    Sparrow kept his seat, but Eve watched his hands ball into fists. The way things were going from his side, she couldn’t blame him for wanting to punch something.
    “We want her source.”
    “I’m not required to divulge my source.”
    “You’re not required,” Sparrow snapped out the words, “but you can be charged, you can be held, and you can very possibly lose your badge.”
    The more anger and frustration she read from him, the less she felt herself. “I don’t think you’re going to charge me, because if you do, it’s going to look really bad for your team. The media gets their teeth into some of the dirty little games the HSO authorized Bissel to play—and they start speculating that he was taken out, he and his partner brutally murdered by your organization, which then callously staged a frame for Bissel’s innocent and exploited wife—why they’ll just tear you to bloody pieces.”
    “Bissel and Kade were not HSO-sanctioned terminations.”
    “Then you really better hope I find the answers that prove your agency is not responsible.”
    “You hacked into government files,” he tossed at her.
    “Prove it,” she tossed right back.
    He started to speak, or, more likely from his expression, spew, but his ‘link beeped. “I’m sorry for the interruption, but that’s a priority signal. I have to take it. Privately.”
    “Through that door,” Tibble told him with a gesture. “There’s a small office you can use.” When Sparrow closed the door at his back, Tibble tapped his fingers on the edge of his desk. “They may charge you, Dallas.”
    “Yes, sir, they may. But I don’t think they will.”
    He nodded, seemed to drift off into thought. “I don’t like their use of private citizens in this maneuver. I don’t like them planting devices to spy on my officers, and circumventing the standards of privacy and decency and law to do so. These