Hagler reached into an inside pocket and tossed a document onto the table.
Stone picked it up. “A search warrant for Morgan’s apartment? What are we supposed to look for?”
“Anything that might relate to the Nijinsky case,” Hagler said.
“On what basis did you get the warrant?” Stone persisted.
“The basis don’t matter to you,” Leary spoke up. “You just execute the warrant, you and Dino, right?”
Stone shrugged. “Yes, sir.”
“Detective Barrington has a physical at ten o’clock,” Dino said.
Stone looked at him, surprised. “I can postpone,” he said.
“No, no, that’s important,” Leary said. “You go on and get examined so we can get you restored to full duty.” He turned to Dino. “You pick up a uniformed team and conduct the search.”
“I’ll send an assistant DA with you,” Hagler said. “I’d like one of my people on the spot.”
“We won’t need you further, Barrington,” Leary said, looking at his watch. “You go see the doctor.”
Stone looked around the table. Everyone seemed to be avoiding his gaze. “All right,” he said, standing up. “I’ll see you back at the precinct, Dino.”
Dino nodded without looking at him.
Stone took his leave feeling shunned, shut out. What was going on?
The doctor took his time getting around to the knee. “Strip down to your shorts,” he said. He took Stone’s blood pressure, listened to his heart and lungs, looked into his ears, eyes, and mouth, checked his vision and hearing, and a nurse took blood and urine samples. Only then did the doctor turn his attention to the knee. “Swelling seems to be gone,” he said, feeling the joint in a gingerly fashion.
“I hardly notice it anymore,” Stone replied, not quite truthfully.
“Stand up and give me five half knee bends,” the doctor said.
Stone complied, clenching his jaw against possible pain. The exercise went well.
“Now give me five deep knee bends.”
This was harder, but Stone managed it. The knee was hurting a little now.
“Now give me five half knee bends on the left leg.”
This seemed extreme to Stone, but, again, he managed. Now the knee hurt like hell.
“Get dressed,” the doctor said.
“What do you think?” Stone asked, pulling on his trousers.
“You’ve healed nicely.”
“So, I’m restored to duty?”
“Oh, I expect so, but that’s not my decision, of course. I’ll just make my report; you’ll hear from your commander.”
“How long?”
“He’ll have my report by the first of the week.”
“So long?”