Visions in Death (In Death 19) - Page 35

“Central Park. Heard you caught that one. We’re doing the standard on the ’links and comps. You need more?”

“Not exactly. Can I close this?” She gestured toward his door, got the nod. When she’d shut it, she went over to sit on the corner of his desk. “What’s your stand on consulting with psychics on the job?”

He pulled his nose. “Not much call for it in my division. When I worked Homicide, we’d get calls now and then from people claiming they had visions, or information from the spirit world. You know that.”

“Yeah, still do. We waste time and manpower following them up, then go along and investigate with our measly five senses.”

“Got some genuines out there.” He pushed away from the desk to program for coffee. “Most departments these days have a sensitive attached as civilian consultant. More than a few carry badges, too.”

“Yeah, well. We were partnered up for a long time.”

He handed

her a mug of coffee. “Those were the days.”

“We never used a sensitive.”

“No? Well, you use what you use when the tool fits.”

“I’ve got one claims she saw the Central Park murder in a dream.”

Feeney sipped contemplatively. “You check her out?”

“Yeah, and she jibes. Licensed and registered. Got a reference from Louise Dimatto.”

“Doc’s not an asshole.”

“No, she’s not. If you were me, would you bring her in?”

He lifted a shoulder. “You know the answer to that.”

She frowned into her coffee. “You use what you use. Yeah, I know. I guess I just wanted to hear it from somebody who’s got his feet planted. Thanks.”

She set the nearly untouched coffee down. She was getting spoiled, she thought. She was finding it easier and easier to walk away from the stuff if it wasn’t real coffee. “Thanks.”

“No sweat. Let me know if you need somebody to dig in, get his hands, and personal attire, dirty.”

“Will do. Ah, you know somebody could spill coffee on that getup. Wouldn’t be your fault.”

He sent her a pitying look. “She’d know. Ain’t nobody more psychic than a wife.”

She rounded up Peabody. If she was going to consult with a psychic, she was going to run the possibility by her commander first.

Whitney listened as she gave her oral to back up the data she’d already sent to his attention. He didn’t interrupt, but sat quiet at his desk, a big man with dark skin and close-cropped silvering hair. Years of riding a desk hadn’t wiped the cop out of him. It reached right down to the bone.

The only change in his wide, sober face was a quick lift of eyebrows when she mentioned Celina Sanchez. When her report was complete, he nodded, then eased back.

“Psychic consultant. Not your usual style, Lieutenant.”

“No, sir.”

“The media liaison is handling the public information front for now. We’ll continue to omit the exact nature of the mutilation, as well as the description of the murder weapon. If you decide to consult a sensitive, that data will also be omitted.”

“She’s firm on that, Commander. If I consult with her, I wouldn’t feel comfortable giving her name to the liaison, or anyone beyond the active investigative team.”

“Understood. The name of your sensitive sounds familiar to me. I may have met her at some time or other. Socially. I’ll check with my wife, who has a better memory for that sort of thing.”

“Yes, sir. Do you want me to wait to speak with Ms. Sanchez again until you’ve done so?”

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