In Death 32 - Treachery in Death

inspires, allowed her room, inclined some to turn a blind eye, influenced others to go along.”
    “Including me?”
    “I can’t answer that, Commander. But I know when I brought this to you, you didn’t turn a blind eye or give her room. You acted as a commander, because you’d never do otherwise. And you acted, knowing full well what would fall on you. You could’ve done it differently.”
    Obviously intrigued, he sat back. “How so?”
    “You could’ve found a way to get her off the job. You could’ve found a way to pressure her off, to keep it internal, to weed out her squad. And, sir, you could have covered it up. Kept it inside, called on the blue line. Dead man’s just a junkie. Sure, cops are dead, but you can’t bring them back.”
    She paused a moment, watching his face. “You probably considered it, weighed it out, for about five minutes. You could’ve made it work—I can see how you could’ve made it work. But you’d never take that out. Because you’re in command. Because you’re a cop, sir, and you’ll never be anything else.”
    He pressed his palms together, tapped his index fingers on his chin. “You assume you know me, Lieutenant.”
    “I do know you, Commander.” She thought of what Peabody had said to her. “I have had the opportunity to study some of your work as a detective, as you moved up the ranks. I have studied and observed your methods and manner since I’ve served under you. I respect how you sit the chair.”
    “Do you consider how you might do the same? How you might sit this chair one day?”
    “That’s a terrifying thought.”
    She made him laugh. He rose, walked to the AutoChef. And sighed. “Christ, I wish I had some of your coffee.”
    “I can have some sent up.”
    He shook his head, made do with what he had—then brought her a cup, once again reminding her of her earlier session with Peabody.
    “Sit down, Dallas. Tibble will be here any minute, and IAB will be right behind him. We’re going to stick there, you and I, not only in your proprietary role in the Keener homicide, but in your integral role in the Oberman investigation. I believe Tibble will agree. If not, we’ll convince him.”
    “Yes, sir, we will. Commander ... contact Nadine Furst.”
    He lifted his eyebrows, said nothing.
    “She will agree to and proceed by stipulations of timing, off-the-record statements, of confidentiality. She won’t release anything until you give her the green.”
    “You want me to use her to spin this off me?”
    “Not precisely, sir, no. Nadine likes to get her teeth in red meat as much as any reporter. She’s just better at seeing the real story—not just the jazz that pulls ratings. That’s why, I think, she pulls them. She digs for the truth, not just the juice. I know we have our PR people, media liaisons, mouthpieces, but in my opinion, she’s worth ten of them.”
    He nodded slowly, watching her now. “Go on.”
    “Sir. Renee Oberman’s actions will hurt the department once they become public. More, they’ll hurt the public as cage doors will certainly open. I see the value in using whatever is at our disposal to minimize that damage. With truth. Corruption existed. When uncovered it was ruthlessly, systematically, and unhesitatingly cut out.”
    “I’ll consider it.”
    “Sir . . .”
    “You’re still in the speak freely zone, Dallas.”
    “Go on her show. You, the chief if he’ll agree. Me, Peabody. Especially Peabody. The situation she was in, the actions she took, who she is, will play well.” Eve pushed, hard, surprising herself how fiercely she wanted to convince him. “A good cop—a young female detective trapped in a deadly situation—who turned that and spearheaded the exposure of corruption, of murder and treachery.
    “We’re the blue line, sir, and that will resonate on-screen. But Peabody is the face, the very human element. And she would symbolize who we are, contrast sharply against what Renee Oberman is.”
    He rubbed his chin, and his lips curved a little above his fingers. “You can carve out an angle like that, an excellent angle, and believe the idea of your ass in the chair someday down the road is terrifying?” He waved off her response before she could make it. “I should have thought of it myself, should have thought it through exactly that way. I’ll contact Furst.”
    Something inside her unknotted. “Thank you, sir.”
    “Don’t thank me. I’m wondering why I haven’t assigned you to Media