N Is for Noose

is serious damn shit. If Tom were in your position, do you think he'd withhold information in a situation like this?"
    She inhaled again. "Probably not." Grudgingly.
    "Then let's get on with it. If you know what's going on, for god's sake, let's have it."
    She seemed to hesitate. "Tom was facing a moral crisis. I was the easy part, but I wasn't all of it."
    "What do you mean, you were the easy part?"
    "I'm not sure how to explain. I think he could do the right thing with me and it was a comfort to him. That situation made sense while the other problem he was facing was more complicated."
    "You're just guessing at this or do you know for a fact?"
    "Well, Tom never came out and said so, but he did allude to the issue. Something about not knowing how to reconcile his head and his gut."
    "In regard to what?"
    "He felt responsible for Toth's murder."
    "He felt responsible? How come?"
    "A breach of confidentiality."
    "As in what? I don't get it."
    "Toth's whereabouts," she said. "I gave him the address and phone number of the Gramercy. Tom thought someone used the information to track Toth down and kill him. It was driving him crazy to think the man might have died because of his carelessness."
    I felt myself blinking at the phone, trying to make sense of what she'd said. "But Selma tells me Tom was always tight-lipped. That was one of her complaints. He never talked about anything, especially when it came to his work."
    "It wasn't talk at all. He thought someone took an unauthorized look at his notes."
    "But his notebook is missing."
    "Well, it wasn't back then."
    "Who did he suspect? Did he ever mention a name?" "Someone he worked with. And that's my guess, by the way, not something he said to me directly. Why else would it bother him if it wasn't someone betraying the department?"
    I felt myself grow still. I flashed on the officers I'd met in Nota Lake: Rafer LaMott; Tom's brother Macon; Hatch Brine; James Tennyson; Earlene's husband, Wayne. Even Deputy Carey Badger who'd taken my report on the night of the assault. The list seemed to go on and on and all of them were connected with the Nota Lake Sheriff's Department or the CHP. At the back of my mind, I'd been flirting with a possibility I'd scarcely dared to admit. What I'd been harboring was the suspicion that my attacker had been trained at a police academy. I'd been resisting the notion, but I could feel it begin to take root in my imagination. He'd taken me down with an efficiency I'd been taught once upon a time myself. Whether he was currently employed in some branch of law enforcement, I couldn't be sure, but the very idea left me feeling cold. "Are you telling me one of Tom's colleagues was involved in a double homicide?"
    "I think that was his suspicion and it was tearing him apart. Again, this wasn't something he said. This is my best guess."
    This time I was silent for a moment. "I should have seen that. How stupid of me. Shit."
    "What will you do now?"
    "Beats the hell out of me. What would you suggest?"
    "Why not talk to someone in Internal Affairs?"
    "And say what? I'm certainly willing to give them anything I have, but at this point, it's all speculation, isn't it?"
    "Well, yes. I guess that's one reason I didn't call myself. I've got nothing concrete. Maybe if you talk to Pinkie's daughter up there, it will clarify the situation."
    "Meanwhile alerting the guy that I'm breathing down his neck," I said.
    "But you can't do this on your own."
    "Who'm I gonna call? The Nota Lake Sheriff's Department?"
    "I'm not sure I'd do that," she said, laughing for once.
    "Yeah, well if I figure it out, I'll let you know," I said. "Any other comments or advice while we're on the subject?"
    She thought about it briefly. "Well, one thing… though you may have already thought about this. It must have been general knowledge Tom was working on this case, so once he dropped dead, the guy must have thought he was home free."
    "And now I come along. Bad break," I said. "Of course, the guy can't be sure how much information Tom passed to his superiors."
    "Exactly. If it's not in his reports, it might still be in circulation somewhere, especially with his notes gone. You'd better hope you get to 'em before someone else does."
    "Maybe the guy already has them in his possession."
    "Then why's he afraid of you? You're only dangerous if you have the notes," she said.
    I thought about the search of Tom's den. "You're right."
    "I'd proceed with care."
    "Trust me," I said. "One more