In Death 22 - Memory in Death

mobbed onto another people glide. “Everybody’s scrambling to clear their desks so they can sit around and do nothing. Lucky to book an interview room for an hour the way things are.”
    “Waste of time.”
    “Come on, Zero, you know how it goes. You get a complaint, you do the dance.”
    “I know most of the Illegals cops.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “I don’t know you, but there’s
    something …”
    “People get transferred, don’t they?”
    Off the glide, she led the way to one of the smaller interview rooms. “Have a seat,” she invited, gesturing to one of the two chairs at a little table. “You want something? Coffee, whatever?”
    “Just my lawyer.”
    “I’ll go check on that. Detective? Can I have a minute?”
    She stepped out, closed the door behindPeabody. “I was about to check my pockets for bread crumbs,”Peabodycommented. “Why did we circle around?”
    “No point letting him know we’re Homicide unless he asks. Far as he knows, this is a straight Illegals inquiry. He knows the ropes, knows how to grease them. He’s not worried about us taking a little poke there. Figures if we’ve got a solid complaint, he’ll fob it off, pay a fine, go back to business as usual.”
    “Cocky little son of a bitch,”Peabodymuttered.
    “Yeah, so use it. Fumble around some. We’re not going to get him on murder. But we establish his connection to Tubbs, let him think one of his customers is trying to screw with him. Work him so we’re just trying to put this into the file. Tubbs hurt somebody, and now he’s trying to foist it off on Zero. Trying to make a deal so he gets off on the possession.”
    “I got it, piss him off. We don’t give a damn either way.”Peabodyrubbed her palms on her thighs.
    “I’ll go Miranda him, see if I can establish a rapport.”
    “I’ll see about his lawyer. You know, I bet he goes to Illegals instead of Homicide.” Eve smiled, strolled off.
    Outside the interview room,Peabodysteadied herself, then inspired, slapped and pinched her cheeks pink. When she walked in, her eyes were down and her color was up.
    “I … I’m going to turn on the record, Mr. Gant, and read you your rights. My … The lieutenant is going
    to check to see if your attorney’s arrived.”
    His smile was smug as she cleared her throat, engaged the record, and recited the Revised Miranda.
    “Um, do you understand your rights and obligations, Mr. Gant?”
    “Sure. She give you some grief?”
    “Not my fault she wants to go home early today, and this got dumped on us. Anyway, we have information that indicates illegal substances have been bought and sold on the premises owned by … Shoot, I’m supposed to wait for the lawyer. Sorry.”
    “No sweat.” He tipped back now, obviously a man in charge, and gave her a go-ahead wave. “Why
    don’t you just run it through for me, save us all time.”
    “Well, okay. An individual has filed a complaint, stating that illegals were purchased from you, by him.”
    “What? He complain I overcharge? If I did sell illegals, which I don’t, why does he go to the cops?
    Better Business Bureau, maybe.”
    Peabodyreturned his grin, though she made hers a little forced.
    “The situation is, this individual injured another individual while under the influence of the illegals allegedly purchased through you.”
    Zero rolled his eyes to the ceiling, a gesture of impatient disgust. “So he gets himself juiced, then he
    wants to push the fact he was an asshole onto the guy who sold him the juice. What a world.”
    “That’s nutshelling it, I guess.”
    “Not saying I had any juice to sell, but a guy can’t go whining about the vendor, get me?”
    “Mr. Lawrence claims”
    “How’m I supposed to know some guy namedLawrence? You know how many people I see every day?”
    “Well, they call him Tubbs, but”
    “Tubbs?Tubbswent narc on me? That fat son of a bitch?”
    * * *
    Eve wound her way back, figuring she’d confused things enough that the lawyer would be hunting for them for a good twenty minutes. Rather than go into Interview, she slipped into Observation. The first thing she heard was Zero’s curse as he came halfway out of his chair.
    It made her smile.
    Peabodylooked both alarmed and embarrassed, Eve noted. Good touchthe right touch.
    “Please, Mr. Gant”
    “I want to talk to that bastard. I want him to look me in the face.”
    “We really can’t arrange that right now. But”
    “That tub of shit in