Not Peabody, she thought, lighter step, better shoes.
Baxter.
And when she glanced over, mildly annoyed, Baxter stepped into her doorway.
“Got a few minutes?”
“I’m a little pressed here.” She finished the report as she spoke, sent it.
“Yeah, I see that.” He glanced at her board, her screen. “Fuck me. The same?”
“I haven’t had a chance to run probability, but I’m going to say it’s high. I’ve got somebody coming into interview, Baxter, make it fast.”
“It can wait.”
If she didn’t make time for her men, she might be a good investigator, but she’d be a lousy boss.
“Spill it. I’ve got a few.”
“It’s just… Trueheart’s going in for the detective’s exam in a couple days.”
“Yeah. I’ve got it marked. Is there a problem?”
“No. Maybe. No.”
Eve sat back. Baxter stood with his hands in his pockets, jiggling whatever was in them. It wasn’t his usual style. She waited.
“I pushed him, you know. I really leaned on him to apply – and I nudged at you to clear it.”
“I didn’t clear it because you nudged me.”
“So he’s ready?”
“Have you got any reason to think otherwise?”
“No. I mean he’s sweating it some. You have to sweat it some. He’s been studying. I’ve been grilling him.”
The jiggling stopped, started up again. Eve let it play out.
“He’s got good instincts, LT, and a hell of a work ethic. He’s a damn good cop. He’s still got some green on him, but he’s never going to lose all of it. It’s part of what makes him the kind of damn good cop he is. It’s just – I really pushed him to try for detective.”
“Do you think, if he didn’t feel ready, he’d try for it just to make you happy?”
Baxter opened his mouth, then blew out a breath. “No. He doesn’t push that easy, not anymore. It’s me. Jesus, boss, it’s me. I haven’t had a decent night sleep since – well, since we all nearly blew up. I figured it was because we all nearly blew up, but it’s not. Hell, you get used to nearly buying it somehow or another on the job. I don’t want to let the kid down.”
“Then relax, you haven’t. I wondered when I hooked him to you how it would go. He needed some of the dew wiped off. And you wiped it off without taking away what makes him. You’ve trained him, Baxter, and you helped make him a damn good cop. If he doesn’t make detective this time, all it means is he’s not ready for it. If he does, and it’s more likely, I figure you’re going to ask me to assign him as your partner. And that’s what I’ll do, but I’m also going to tell you if, at some point, you want to train another, I’ll put that through. You’re better at it than I thought you’d be.”
“Okay. Okay. Appreciate it. You know, I wasn’t this tied up when I went for my own detective’s shield.”
“Because you were cocksure of yourself. Are you on anything hot?”
“No. We had an open and closed first thing this morning. I thought we’d review a few open and unsolveds, keep his brain turned on sharp.”
“I may have something else that would do that. Go ahead and start a review. If this turns out how it looks, I’ve got plenty to keep his brain sharp. Now beat it.”
“Beating it.”
“Baxter? If somebody’s not a damn good cop, they don’t stay in my division.”