The Empress File

payoffs, kickbacks, fraud, and outright thefts, Marvel paced the living room, excited. Finally she stopped, turned into the kitchen, and we could hear her banging through the cupboards. A minute later she stuck her head into the living room. “Who wants ice cream?” she asked.
    Five minutes later Harold sat behind a bowl of butter brickle ice cream and detailed how you could buy the municipal judge, how the cops took payoffs from the local bars, and how the chief wrote bid specs on new police cars to favor a particular car dealer. The cops stole from the parking meters, took bribes from drunk drivers, and accepted kickbacks from bail bondsmen for steering clients after arrests.
    “The fire department?” I prompted.
    “Now that’s different,” said Harold. “They’re separate from everything else, not on the takeanywhere. Except, like, they handle the dope traffic in town.”
    “What?”
    “Yeah. Ain’t that weird? All the cocaine that comes through Longstreet, all the good stuff, comes through fire. They split up the profit right there in the station house.”
    “Jesus Christ,” said John. “I didn’t even know they had that shit out here.”
    “I don’t know how it got started,” Harold said, “but that’s what they do. They’re good firemen, though.”
    “Yeah,” said Marvel. “For one thing, they’re awake all the time.”
    “Tell me one really big thing. Something that’s going on right now,” I said.
    Marvel had picked up a pencil, a yellow one, and pressed the eraser against her lips. John was staring at her fixedly, as if he were about to jump on her, and Harold kept glancing at John.
    “The sewers,” Harold prompted after a moment.
    “Yeah…” Marvel rubbed her forehead, thinking, trying to get a grip on a complicated subject. “Two years ago the federal government took the city to court for polluting the river. Sometimes our sewage was a little too raw. So we had to get new sewers and a new sewage plant.
    “The city got some grants and passed specialobligation bonds, got bids, and hired a New Orleans contractor. The feds were watching it, so the money was all accounted for. Just by accident, we found out that the contractor was buying his sewer pipe from a pipe broker registered in Delaware. Because of the way Delaware registers its corporations, we couldn’t find out who really owned the pipe broker. We did find out that the broker was buying the pipe from a regular supplier in Louisville, and the supplier shipped the pipe down here by rail. The broker doesn’t seem to do anything except jack up the price between here and Louisville.”
    “How much?”
    “Ten percent. On a contract worth several million bucks. For doing nothing.”
    “The council?” I asked.
    “Sure. We never would have found out, except the cleaning lady at the city attorney’s office saw a letter to the contractor from the pipe broker. It was signed by Archie Ballem, the city attorney. We don’t know the details, but we know the council is in there; the council’s the pipe broker. The council must be taking down a hundred thousand a year, just on the pipe.”
    I made a note to call Bobby about Delaware and scratched my head.
    “What?” asked Marvel.
    “These guys are crooks, but they’re also running a pretty complicated business. There’re dozensof people on the payroll. So they must keep books. They must track what’s going where and who gets how much.”
    “I don’t know,” Marvel said doubtfully, looking at Harold. He shook his head. “We never considered that possibility.”
    “Consider it now. Have your people check around.”
    “OK.” We all looked at one another for a moment; then Marvel asked, “Can you do it? Dump them?”
    “I don’t know,” I said after a moment. “We need something spectacular, a crime. A big one. This institutional corruption… even if we could get somebody to listen to us, somebody who could do something about it, we’d probably get a slow, long-term, low-priority investigation. It might go on for months or even years.…”
    “We had one, a few years ago, before Dessusdelit was mayor. It petered out,” Harold said.
    “That’s what I’m talking about,” I said. “Politics tangles up everything. We need a Watergate. We need a smoking gun, something dramatic. Something that’ll piss people off, that can’t be ignored. Once we get that, we can throw all the other stuff in. Then it’ll count. But first we need the smoking