The Partner. Kay David

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      She nodded. “No problem. Give me a minute.”

      Back in her kitchen, Risa made fresh coffee, her nerves zinging. She couldn’t believe the guy had gotten here so quickly. He was obviously a fast worker…and a fast driver. Watching the first drips of coffee flow into the thermal pot, she tried to talk herself out of being anxious, but she failed.

      She put everything on a tray and returned to the living room, sitting down on the couch. “How do you take your coffee, Lieutenant?”

      He turned away from the photos hanging above her fireplace. “Black is fine, and frankly, I’d rather you call me Grady.”

      She filled a cup and held it out to him as he walked toward the sofa, his request surprising her. “Are you sure?” she asked skeptically.

      He smiled in a friendly way and took the coffee. “I always drink it black.”

      She shook her head. “I’m talking about the lieutenant part.”

      He sat down right beside her. His closeness made her feel uncomfortable, but if he realized it, he pretended he didn’t. Then again, she thought abruptly, maybe that was exactly why he’d sat where he did.

      “I may be in Internal Affairs, Officer Taylor, but I’m not immune to what the rank and file think about my division. I find it more helpful if we try not to get too stuffy during these kinds of investigations.”

      He took a swallow of coffee then looked at her over the mug, his strange gray eyes measuring her in a manner that left her even more apprehensive than his proximity. “If the laxity makes you ill at ease, feel free to use the title.”

      It did just that, but she wasn’t about to let him know.

      “Grady is fine,” she answered.

      “You were wounded.” He smoothly changed gears and nodded toward her bandage. “How do you feel today? Are you in any pain?”

      “I’m okay. I would have gone in but my boss wouldn’t let me.” She touched the patch briefly. “It’s nothing.”

      “But the loss of your partner isn’t.”

      Her eyes went to her hands, which were wrapped around her coffee mug. She’d scrubbed them for a long time last night, removing Luke’s blood. The red stains had washed off easily, too easily, considering what they represented.

      “Luke Rowling was a good cop.” She lifted her eyes once more to Wilson’s. “And a good man. I’ll miss him.”

      “Have you thought about talking to the department shrink? Leo Austen’s very professional and he knows his stuff.”

      “I’d assumed I’d be seeing him at some point during all this,” Risa answered. “He’s part of the package, isn’t he?”

      “‘The package’ varies with each situation, Officer. A lot of what happens next will depend on you.” He put his drink down on the table. “For example, you need to decide if you want to contact your union rep before we talk. That’s your option, you know.”

      “I’m not a member of the union.”

      His dark eyebrows lifted almost imperceptibly.

      “I don’t need anyone to hold my hand,” she said in a dismissive way. “I’m a big girl.”

      He nodded slowly. “I understand, but sometimes it’s nice to have the support.” He tilted his head toward the fireplace and the photos. “How about your dad?”

      “How about him?”

      “Have you talked to him?”

      “Yes.”

      He waited for more, but she gave him nothing.

      “What about your friends?”

      “They were with me last night.”

      “What about the chief? I understand you’re pretty tight with her.”

      Her eyes jerked to his. “Catherine Tanner was one of my instructors at the Academy. We are friends, but you can leave that fact out of this equation, Lieutenant.”

      “I intend to,” he said steadily.

      He held her gaze for longer than was necessary, then he leaned back and put his arm across the top of the couch. His fingertips were an inch away from her shoulder and he seemed totally relaxed.

      “Tell me what happened, Risa. In your own words. At your own pace. I want to hear the whole story and I’ve got plenty of time.”

      IT WAS PAST FOUR by the time Risa stopped talking. She’d been tight-mouthed at first, especially since she’d explained everything over and over the night before, then his gray eyes had warmed and she’d relaxed. Relating the same story to Grady Wilson somehow felt different. For one thing, he was an excellent listener, and for another, he knew the right kind of questions to ask. She’d almost forgotten he was an IA guy—she’d felt as if she were talking to a friend instead.

      Which was probably a big mistake on her part.

      She looked at the man still sitting on her couch. At some point she’d risen from the cushions and walked to the other side of the room. He was in the same relaxed position.

      “Anything else?” he asked.

      “I think that’s it. I did everything by the book, but I know there’s a world of difference between sustained and exonerated.”

      If he found the first, she could face criminal charges. Needless to say her career would be over. If he found the second, her record would stay pristine.

      No one except the IA guys themselves understood the mazelike paths their investigations could take, and rumor had it, even some of them got lost on occasion. A lot of officers, especially the union guys, felt the obfuscation was deliberate, but Risa wasn’t sure. All she knew for certain was that Grady Wilson was in charge of what would happen next. He could recommend more training and counseling for Risa, but written reprimands, a suspension or even termination were options, as well.

      Whatever he decided, after his investigation he’d present his recommendation to his boss who would, in turn, hand it over to the assistant chief of IA. The assistant chief and the Citizens’ Review Committee would examine everything then the chief would get her chance.

      Catherine would make the final determination. She could send the case to the district attorney and a grand jury if criminal charges were to be filed or she could dismiss the whole affair. Either way, she counted on the IA investigator. Nine times out of ten, his original suggestion became the final outcome.

      Everything depended on Grady Wilson.

      “Whatever the results,” he said, “you can always appeal if you’re unhappy.”

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