"Why?"
"She's got a solid-gold reputation."
"We don't need a reputation. We need somebody with experience. No offense."
"None taken," Sachs replied evenly.
"These are very sensitive issues. Inflammatory."
But Wallace liked his idea. "The mayor'd love it. She's associated with Rhyme and he's good press. And he's civilian. People'll look at it like she's an independent investigator."
People . . . meaning reporters, Sachs understood.
"I don't want a big, messy investigation," Flaherty said.
Sachs said quickly, "It won't be. I've got only one officer working with me."
"Who?"
"Out of Patrol. Ronald Pulaski. He's a good man. Young but good."
After a pause Flaherty asked, "How would you proceed?"
"Find out more about Creeley's connection with the One One Eight and the St. James. And about his life--see if there might've been another reason to murder him. I want to talk to his business partner. Maybe there was a problem with clients or some work he was doing. And we need to find out more about the connection between Creeley and the drugs."
Flaherty wasn't completely convinced but she said, "Okay, we'll try it your way. But you keep me informed. Me and nobody else."
A huge sense of relief flooded through Sachs. "Of course."
"Informed by phone or in person. No e-mails or memos . . ." Flaherty frowned. "One thing, you have any other cases on your plate?"
Inspectors don't rise to this level w
ithout a sixth sense. The woman had asked the one question Sachs was hoping she wouldn't.
"I'm assisting on the homicide--the Watchmaker."
Flaherty frowned. "Oh, you're on that one? I didn't know that. . . . Compared with a serial doer, this St. James situation isn't as important."
Rhyme's words, echoing: Your case is colder than the Watchmaker. . . .
Wallace was lost in thought for a moment. Then he glanced at Flaherty. "I think we have to be adults here. What's going to look worse for the city? A man who kills a few people or a scandal in the police department that the press breaks before we control it? Reporters go for crooked cops like sharks after blood. No, I want to move on this. Big."
Sachs bridled at Wallace's comment--kills a few people--but she couldn't deny that their goals were the same. She wanted to see the Creeley case through to the end.
For the second time in one day she found herself saying, "I can handle both cases. I promise you it won't be a problem."
In her mind she heard a skeptical voice saying, Let's hope, Sachs.
Chapter 9
Amelia Sachs collected Ron Pulaski from Rhyme's, a kidnapping she gathered the criminalist wasn't too pleased about, though the rookie didn't seem very busy at the moment.
"How fast've you had her up to?" Pulaski touched the dashboard of her 1969 Camaro SS. Then he said quickly, "I mean 'it,' not 'her.'"
"You don't need to be so politically correct, Ron. I've been clocked at one eighty-seven."
"Whoa."