“You’ve booked my lieutenant on no less than four media appearances?”
Chang nodded. “We’re very pleased with the schedule, but it can be improved. We’re arranging a satellite interview from Delta Colony. The ratings are very high there for crime segments.”
“Are you aware, Mr. Chang, that Lieutenant Dallas is the primary in charge of a priority homicide investigation?”
“Yes, this is why—”
“Are you also aware that standard procedure requires that your office clear any such demands as this media schedule with my office before confirming the appearances?”
“I believed it was made clear at this afternoon’s meeting. The mayor—”
“What was made clear at this morning’s meeting was that Lieutenant Dallas would participate in this press conference, and that at my directive she would make herself available for comment to the media. This schedule has not, and will not, be approved by me. I’m not wasting my lieutenant’s valuable time on media pandering.”
“The mayor’s office—”
“Can contact me,” Whitney interrupted. “Don’t again presume to give one of my cops orders, Chang. You overreach your authority. Now back off. I need to speak to my lieutenant.”
“The media conference—”
“I said back off.” The flare from Whitney’s eyes could have seared through stone. Eve heard Chang scramble back.
“Commander—”
He held up a hand. “You’ve come perilously close to being written up for insubordination, Lieutenant. I expect better control from you, and have rarely had the need to remind you of it.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Moreover, I find myself insulted both on a personal and professional level that you assumed I had or would approve an asinine schedule that pulls you off a priority.”
“I apologize, Commander, and can only offer the weak excuse that any and all contact with Lee Chang results in my temporary insanity.”
“Understood.” Whitney turned the disc over in his hand. “It surprises me, Dallas, that you didn’t shove this down his throat.”
“Actually, sir, I had another orifice in mind.”
His lips quirked, just slightly. Then he snapped the disc in two, just as she had.
“Thank you, Commander.”
“Let’s get this damn circus over with, so we can both get back to work.”
Chapter 11
She got through it, parroting the departmental chorus. As a result of stifling her own opinion, ignoring her own gut instincts, she stewed in her own simmering juices all the way home.
“Dallas.” They were nearly at the gates when Peabody dared to speak. That way, if Eve tossed her bodily out of the car, she wouldn’t have far to hike. “Don’t take my head off, okay? You did what you had to do.”
“What I have to do is investigate the case, and close it.”
“Yeah, but sometimes serving the public’s complicated. There are a lot of people who’ll sleep easier tonight because they heard their home unit isn’t going to fry their brains if they sit down and balance their financials or do some e-mail. If their kid does his school report. That’s important.”
“I’ll tell you what I think.” Eve headed toward the gates without dropping speed so that beside her Peabody’s heart took a fast spring into her throat. “I think people shouldn’t always believe what they hear.”
“Sir. I’m not sure I follow you.”
“Maybe whoever’s manning the switch doesn’t like the way Mr. Smith with his pretty wife and charming little girl and small household pet lives his life. Maybe he decides Mr. Smith shouldn’t be cruising the porn sites, or stopping off at a strip club after a hard day selling furniture, or occasionally getting zonked on Zoner with his pretty wife. Mr. Smith isn’t following all the rules as well as he should be. Time to make an example of Mr. Smith so others like him understand the program.”
“But, they’re going after known predators. I’m not saying it’s right. I’m not saying that, Dallas, because it’s not. But it’s a really big leap to go from school yard dealers and pedophiles to some guy who tokes some recreational Zoner on Saturday night.”