The Bricklayer. Noah Boyd

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СКАЧАТЬ suppose not,’ Vail said.

      She said, ‘Tell us about him.’

      ‘He wasn’t – isn’t – much of an agent, at least from my standpoint. Everything he did I had to keep a close eye on. He was a pretty heavy drinker. I got a call one night from the LAPD; they had stopped him driving drunk. I had to go down and drive him home. And he has some financial problems. A couple of ex-wives will do that, I guess. And I get a call occasionally from bill collectors.’

      ‘Do you think he took off with the money?’ Vail asked.

      ‘I don’t want to convict the guy in absentia, but if he didn’t, where is he?’

      ‘So if he took the money, you wouldn’t be shocked?’ Kate said.

      ‘I suppose not.’

      ‘Where do you think the Pentad got his name?’

      ‘I have no idea.’

      When they got to the office, Sabine led them to the special agent in charge’s office. ‘Boss, this is Deputy Assistant Director Kate Bannon and…I’m sorry.’

      ‘Steve Vail,’ Kate said before Vail could answer.

      The SAC was tall and trim with a dark tan. His thick blond hair peaked low across his forehead, and he was wearing a medium-blue shirt with a contrasting white collar. The cuffs, also white, were set off by large gold cuff links.

      He shook Kate’s hand first. ‘Mark Hildebrand. We spoke on the phone.’ He repeated his name when he shook hands with Vail. ‘Please, have a seat.’ He instructed Sabine to shut the door as he left.

      Kate watched Vail examining Hildebrand before saying anything. ‘Mark, we appreciate your letting us come in here and run this operation. The director has all the confidence in the world in you and your division; it’s just that this case is running from coast to coast, and he feels it’s best if we chase it, you know, for continuity.’

      ‘What exactly is it that I can do for you, Kate?’

      Vail said, ‘We need to search Stan Bertok’s apartment discreetly.’

      Hildebrand was surprised at the presumptive authority in Vail’s voice. He looked at Kate, but she exhibited no interest in asserting herself. ‘I’m sorry, Steve, you didn’t say where you worked. Are you with OPR?’

      ‘A man can only dream. No, I’m just the deputy’s gun bearer on this.’

      Hildebrand stared at Vail, trying to get a better read on him. Kate broke the silence. ‘Is there a problem, Mark?’

      ‘No, it’s just that we’ve already searched the apartment – with a warrant. With all that’s going on, we’re being overly judicious. I don’t see what searching it again will accomplish.’

      ‘Look at it this way,’ Vail said, ‘when we don’t find anything, you can say “I told you so.”’

      ‘Somehow I don’t think you believe that,’ the SAC said, still trying to figure out the source of Vail’s authority.

      Kate said, ‘Mark, we’ve been exposed to a completely different set of facts in this case than your agents. We’ll see it from a different angle. Or if you prefer, call it a lack of imagination. If you think we’re second-guessing you, I apologize, but we’re going to need to take another look.’

      Kate could see that Hildebrand resented being told what to do in his own backyard, and liked it even less that he had no choice. Vail had been right about the resistance he would receive, especially with his seemingly intentional lack of tact. The SAC grinned artificially. ‘We can use the same AUSA, Tye Delson.’

      Kate said, ‘Mark, I know I don’t have to say this, but the last thing we need right now is someone leaking this to the press. This Delson, we can trust him, right?’

      ‘Her. And yes, you can. Unfortunately she’s leaving the United States attorney’s office soon. Too bad, too. You just can’t find prosecutors like her anymore. The agents here love her. She’s invited to more of our parties than I am. She’ll probably have your warrant in a couple of hours. She’s already got all the boilerplate from the first search, and she knows the right judge to get it signed in case the probable cause isn’t as clear-cut as they’d like.’

      ‘We’ll want the affidavit sealed,’ Kate said.

      ‘That’s what she did before. Do you have time to go see her now?’ Kate nodded and Hildebrand picked up the phone. After a brief conversation, he hung up. ‘She’s in her office. I told her you’re on the way.’

      Vail asked, ‘Do you have a good lock man here?’

      ‘Why?’ the SAC asked, and Kate could tell by the intentional flatness in his voice that he intended to question anything Vail requested from now on.

      ‘We still want to do this quietly, probably in the wee hours of the morning,’ Vail said.

      ‘We will get you in.’

      Kate and Vail stood up, and she shook hands with the SAC. ‘We appreciate the help, Mark. I’ll let you know how we do.’

      Once outside the SAC’s office, Kate said, ‘Boy, you and management, talk about a match made in heaven. How did you last three years?’

       EIGHT

      Tye Delson offered Kate and Vail a seat in her cramped office. Although there were overhead lights, the only illumination came from a small brass lamp on her desk. The assistant United States attorney was slender and wore a long midcalf black dress that failed to reveal a single curve. Her hair was dark brown and cut short, framing her face symmetrically. Her skin could have been described as flawless if it hadn’t been for its ghostly lack of color. Her lipstick was a waxy brown-red, which Vail thought an unflattering choice. She wore glasses and was one of those rare women who were more attractive because of them. Her eyes were overly made up, which, coupled with the magnification of the glasses, made them appear to be oversized, like one of those Keane paintings of innocent but somehow damaged children. And they had a quick intelligence about them that was almost lost because of a vague nervousness that flickered through them. Her voice, however, was perfectly confident, allaying any fear that she might not be up to the rigors of hacking her way through the legal mazes necessary to put men or women in federal prison.

      Vail noticed a framed quote by Martin Luther on her wall: Each lie must have seven lies if it is to resemble the truth and adopt truth’s aura. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before.’

      Tye said, ‘This is a business of lies. The police lie to suspects to get them to confess, and defense attorneys lie to juries to…well, because that’s what they get paid to do.’

      ‘And prosecutors?’

      ‘We’re the biggest liars of all. We tell ourselves that we’re making a difference,’ she said. ‘Sorry. I know how cynical that sounds. That’s a big part of the reason I’m leaving the United States attorney’s office. I’m thinking about practicing real estate law, СКАЧАТЬ