White River Burning. John Verdon

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      “Is this a general concern, or do you have a specific pebble in your shoe?”

      “I had a visit this morning from Kim Steele, John Steele’s widow.”

      “And?”

      “She showed me an odd text that was sent to her husband’s personal phone the night he was shot. I made a note of it.” Gurney brought it up on his phone and slid it across the table.

      Beckert read through the text, frowning. “You’ve seen this, Sheridan?”

      “Dave discussed it with me before we came in.”

      It struck Gurney that wielding the truth deceptively was one of Kline’s talents.

      Beckert passed the phone on to Turlock, who gazed expressionlessly at the message and then passed it back.

      The sheriff spoke up in an oily voice. “Could someone kindly enlighten me?”

      Beckert read aloud from the screen with obvious contempt for the street-slanginess of the text. “ ‘Watch ur back. EZ nite for mfs to ice ur ass n blame the BDA.’ ”

      “Hell’s that all about?”

      Ignoring the question, Beckert gave Gurney a long look. “Did you take possession of Steele’s phone?”

      “No.”

      “Why not?”

      “Mrs. Steele wasn’t ready to hand it over, and I had no standing to demand it.”

      Beckert tilted his head speculatively. “Why would she bring this matter to you?”

      “She referred to some work I’d done on another case.”

      “What work?”

      “I helped exonerate a woman who’d been framed for murder by a corrupt cop.”

      “What relevance does that have here?”

      “I have no idea.”

      “Really? None at all?”

      “I’m determined to keep an open mind.”

      Beckert held Gurney’s gaze for a long moment. “We need that phone.”

      “I know.”

      “Will she surrender it willingly, or do we have to hit her with a warrant?”

      “I’ll talk to her. If I can persuade her, that would be a better route.”

      “You do that. In the meantime Judd will get a warrant. In case we need it.”

      Turlock, who had been flexing his fingers and examining his knuckles, nodded.

      “Okay,” said Beckert. “That wraps it up for now. Just a final word. Procedure is key. Lack of orderly procedure produces chaos, chaos produces failure, and failure is not an option. All communications will be routed through Judd here. He’ll be the hub of the wheel. Everything flows in to him, and everything flows out from him. Any questions?”

      There were none.

      It struck Gurney as a strange arrangement, since that central role normally would be filled by the CIO, in this case Mark Torres. And the tone of bureaucratic rigidity seemed like anything but a plus. But this need for control was obviously coming from a central point in Beckert’s personality, and Gurney didn’t want to strain his relationship with the man any further by probing the matter. At least not for the moment.

      14

      Kline and Gurney left the building together, saying nothing until they reached their cars. Kline glanced around like a man wary of being overheard.

      “I want to clarify something, David. I don’t want you thinking I’m being less than totally honest with you. In the meeting you explained that you couldn’t ask Kim Steele for the phone because at that point you had no official standing in the case. Well, that’s exactly why I couldn’t tell you she’d come to me. You can understand the sensitivity of the thing.”

      “The same sensitivity that kept you from telling Beckert about it?”

      “I was delaying slightly on that—mainly out of respect for Kim’s concerns. But one thing leads to another. The best of intentions can create problems.”

      “What problems?”

      “Well, the simple fact of any delay at all. If that came to light, it could create the impression that I shared Kim’s mistrust of the department. That’s why I chose to handle it the way I did—not out of any desire to mislead you. By the way, how you handled the phone business in the meeting—that was ideal.”

      “It was the truth.”

      “Of course. And the truth can be very useful. The more truth, within reason, the better.” There were beads of sweat on Kline’s forehead.

      From their first meeting back at the start of the Mellery case, Gurney was aware that there were two distinct layers in Kline’s construction: the veneer of a confident politician with his eye on the gold ring and, beneath it, a frightened little man. What struck Gurney now was the increasing visibility of the fear.

      Kline looked around the lot again and checked his watch. “You see or hear anything in that meeting that surprised you?”

      “The possible involvement of a third person was interesting.”

      “What do you make of it?”

      “Too soon to say.”

      “What’s your next step?”

      “I’d like more information.”

      “Like what?”

      “You want me to email you a list?”

      “Easier this way.” He took out his phone and tapped a couple of icons. “It’s recording.”

      “I’d like to see the incident report; crime-scene photos; copies of the video we just saw; ballistics report; victim bio; Jordan’s and Tooker’s criminal records; anything you can pry out of Beckert regarding his informants; and I’d like to know what’s behind his obvious hatred for Jordan and Tooker.”

      Kline shut off the Record function of his phone. “That last one I can answer right now. Beckert’s strengths as a law enforcer come with a passion for maintaining order. He sees Jordan, Tooker, the whole BDA organization as agents of anarchy. Dell Beckert and the BDA are like matter and antimatter—a huge explosion waiting to happen.”

      As he began his drive home, Gurney had two things on his mind. The first was Kline’s obvious anxiety. It suggested that he mistrusted the handling of the case by the department or by Beckert himself. He wondered if the source of that mistrust ran deeper than the phone text. The second was the motorcycle that had been СКАЧАТЬ