“Fair enough. Can you think of any reason I’d decide to smear an honest cop I didn’t even know?”
“No.” Clooney sighed. “That’s what I’ve been telling her. That’s what I’ve been telling myself.” What, he thought it would be unwise to admit, he’d been telling his captain. “But you’ve stirred up a lot of bad feelings in the One two-eight. It’s hard to ignore that.”
Patsy came back with a tray, set it on the table. “Taj would want me to try,” she said quietly. “He’d want me to cooperate. I didn’t know about this . . . operation. He never told me. I know about the money now, the other accounts. I . . . I thought you’d put it there. You have a rich husband. I was so angry.”
“Now we both are.” Eve sat. “I don’t like being used to bring you pain or to damage the reputation of the man I’ve sworn to stand for. Who told you I put the money there?”
“No one told me, exactly.” She looked tired again, and embarrassed. The heat of fury had burned away and left her empty and confused. “It was just one of the things some people were saying in the heat of the moment. He had a lot of friends in his squad. I didn’t know he had so many. They’ve been so kind. His captain came here herself, to assure me that Taj would have an official memorial.”
“Did Captain Roth tell you I was going after your husband’s reputation?”
“No, no, not really. Just that no matter what anyone said, I could be proud of Taj. It meant a lot to me for her to say that, to my face. Most of the squad’s come by, to pay their respects, and to offer to help in any way.”
“But someone contacted you today?”
“Yes, but he was only trying to help. He only wanted me to know the squad was behind Taj a hundred percent. I didn’t understand at first, then he said that I shouldn’t let any of the trash coming out of your office concern me. It was all a setup. He even backed off when he saw I didn’t know anything, but I pushed. Then he told me.”
“Who told you?”
“I don’t want him to get in trouble.” She clasped her hands together, all but wrung them as she weighed confidentiality against justice for her husband. “Jerry Vernon. Detective Vernon. But he was only trying to help.”
“I see. Was he a close friend of your husband’s?”
“I don’t think so. Not particularly. Taj didn’t socialize a great deal with his coworkers. There were a few who came here to dinner, and some whose wives I got together with now and then.”
“It would help me to know who his friends were.”
“Oh, all right.” She listed off a few names, seemed to relax a little more as she spoke.
“You’re going to hurt my feelings, Patsy,” Clooney said.
“Of course, you, Art.” She took his hand, seemed to anchor to it.
“Taj was friendly with my son,” Clooney explained. “Now and again they let the old man tag along for a beer on a boys’ night out. For the most part, Taj was a homebody.”
“Mrs. Kohli, you told me Taj called you that night, told you he was meeting someone after he’d finished at Purgato
ry.”
“Yes, but he didn’t tell me who, and I didn’t ask. I guess I was getting a little tired of the long hours he was putting in. I was a bit short with him at first, but he brought me around. He always could,” she said with a smile. “He promised it wouldn’t be for too much longer, that he was close to having what he needed. I thought he meant the extra money for the new place we wanted. Then he told me to kiss the babies for him, and he said, ‘I love you, Patsy.’ It was the last thing he said to me. It was like him for that to be the last thing.”
chapter fifteen
The assailant with the polite voice and the natty topcoat went by the name of Elmore Riggs. A quick search proved that it had been the name he’d been born with, some thirty-nine years before, in Vancouver, Canada.
There had been a small dispute with the Canadian authorities over smuggling explosive devices across the border, and Elmore had done some time before he’d been considered rehabilitated and had moved to New York.
His address was listed in a tidy, moderately wealthy enclave north of the city, and his profession was reported to be security consultant.
A fancy name for a hired hammer, Eve decided.
Armed with this data, she headed toward the Interview level to link up with Feeney and put Elmore Riggs through his paces.
Vernon stepped in front of her when she reached the top of the glide.
“A little out of your territory, aren’t you, Detective?”
“You think you can shake me?” He gave her a body bump that had a number of the cops moving through the area pausing.