Undercover Cook. Jeannie Watt

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ lunch in the late afternoon, after the noon-hour crowd was gone and they could talk.

       “How is it that the lessons happen to be at this particular kitchen?” Daphne asked mildly, pushing long black hair over her shoulders. Nick shrugged. “I see,” she said, lifting her coffee cup in a small salute.

       “Any information you get that way is totally inadmissible,” Marcus interjected in a superior tone, before adding a carefully measured half teaspoon of sugar to his coffee. He hated to be left out, and since he was a forensic accountant for the Reno PD, and because of that usually chained to his desk, he often was. Marcus had visions of crime-fighting glory that weren’t quite working out.

       “I’m not going to seize the records,” Nick said. “I’m going to examine them, see if we’re wasting time on something that isn’t going to pan out.”

       He and Daphne had been working for months as Reno PD members of the Washoe-Tahoe Drug Task Force, trying to get a toehold into the drug traffic moving through the Tahoe Summit Hotel and Casino. They knew kitchen personnel were involved, and they’d gotten some indication of how the money might be moving. But task-force funds were spread so thinly that after eight fruitless months of investigation, the Tahoe Summit had been shoved to the back burner…despite the fact that Nick and Daphne’s twenty-one-year-old confidential informant, Cully, had recently gone missing. Nick thought that circumstance warranted further investigation. His lieutenant had disagreed. Strongly.

       “I don’t like it,” Marcus said.

       It didn’t matter if he liked it, because Nick didn’t answer to him. Technically, since his asshole lieutenant had suspended him for thirty days after their heated “discussion,” Nick didn’t answer to anyone in the department, which was why his investigation into Tremont Catering fell into the unofficial category. His own time, his own dime. But how the hell else was he supposed to get the answers he needed, not only to work on the drug trafficking, but to find out what had happened to Cully?

       “What do you suggest?” he finally asked Marcus, more to mollify him than anything. They needed his expertise once Nick got copies of the financial records.

       The accountant rolled his shoulders and then took on a thoughtful expression while slowly stirring his coffee. “If you decide to go with the cooking-lesson angle, you could use it as a means to conduct an indirect investigation and try to determine if there are indications of expenditures exceeding legal income. Then go before a judge and ask for a warrant.”

       “And perhaps wait for a glacier to melt in the process?” Nick asked.

       Marcus flushed. “It’s the only course of action that will lead to admissible evidence.”

       “Look,” Nick said. “I understand admissibility. And I don’t like doing things this way, but I also don’t want to waste time.” He stabbed his fork into a bowl of ravioli, spearing one and holding it poised in the air. “I don’t need to make a formal case. All I need is enough information to get Justin Tremont to roll and give me names if he’s involved.”

       “And if he isn’t?” Marcus asked, putting the spoon on a napkin.

       “Then we’re at a dead end. For now.”

       In Nick’s last discussion with Cully, the CI had indicated that Tahoe Summit drug money was being laundered through a small Reno business. He’d sounded excited when he’d called to set up a meeting, and Nick had been relieved to finally get a break in the case. Chasing dirty money often resulted in a bust.

       But Cully never showed for the meeting. Or called. Suspecting the worst, Nick and Daphne had started digging into small businesses connected with Tahoe Summit personnel. It hadn’t taken long to discover that only one person on the kitchen staff had ties to a small business. Justin Tremont, part-time pastry chef, owned a catering business with his two sisters.

       Marcus shook his head. “Risky. My way may take time, but at least you won’t end up getting investigated by Internal Affairs.”

       “That won’t happen,” Nick said.

       “You hope.” Daphne eyed him over the top of her coffee cup.

       “Stop being such a ray of sunshine,” he muttered.

       “I vote against this idea,” Marcus said, pushing his lank dark hair to the side of his forehead.

       “You don’t have a vote,” Nick said.

       “When you want me to look at the figures, you might change your mind on that.”

       “All right, you have a vote. But it’s still two against one.”

       “Marcus,” Daphne said, fixing her large, coffee-brown eyes on his face in a way that told Nick she was on her last nerve. Marcus was, of course, oblivious. “I have sworn to uphold the law. I truly believe in the law, but I want to get the sons of bitches that nailed Cully. Don’t you?”

       “Of course I want to get them,” the accountant said adamantly. He wanted anything that Daphne wanted—he’d had a wild crush on her since he’d first come to work two years ago.

       “Then man up!” she said, and Marcus went instantly red.

       “Fine,” he sputtered. “I’ll man up. I’m more than capable of bending the rules.”

       “You don’t need to bend anything,” Nick said. “All we want is your unofficial expertise after I get the financial records in an unofficial way. All right?”

       Marcus was still red. He shot a quick look at Daphne who stared back impassively. “Yes. All right. But I’m not the dweeb you think I am.”

       “No one said you were a dweeb,” Nick insisted, since Daphne wouldn’t. She had no patience with their colleague and Nick couldn’t blame her, since Marcus was hell-bent on impressing her and impervious to hints—or blatant declarations—that she wasn’t interested.

       “You don’t have to say it,” the accountant said sullenly. “I can see what you think.”

       Daphne dropped her napkin onto her plate, obviously having had enough. She reached for her purse, took out a handful of one-dollar bills and started counting them.

       “What are you going to do now?” Nick asked.

       “I am going to take my partnerless self back to the office to work on busting drug buys near the campus. Because it looks good in the newspaper.” She raised her eyes. “I don’t care how much of a jerk Lieutenant Davidson is, don’t ever do this to me again.”

       Nick pulled a twenty from his wallet. “I’ll try very hard to never rile him again.”

       Frankly, he wasn’t normally the lieutenant-riling kind, but this Cully deal bugged the hell out of him. Yeah, Cully had been slick, but he’d also been a sweet, personable kid, with plans, no less. Both Nick and Daphne had, during weak moments, mentioned that as much as they appreciated what he brought them, he needed to find a safer line of work.

       Cully had laughed them off, saying that he was eventually going to Police Officer Standard and Training academy to become a professional undercover agent, and this was good practice. He wouldn’t have gone to ground without contacting either Daphne or Nick, and it had now been four weeks since they’d last heard СКАЧАТЬ