Kovacliska - Dust To Dust Part 13

They sat together in Kovac's car. The SO units had made the scene and Tippen was walking them through. One of the deputies had loaned Kovac a dry sweater.

He'd borrowed a filthy hunting coat from Neil Fallon's workshop to put over it.The sleeves came halfway up his forearms, and it smelled like a wet dog.

"You've talked about it:'Kovac said. Someone had brought coffee. He drank it without tasting the coffee or the scotch Tippen had come up with.

"That doesn't count."

They were silent for a moment.

"How much do you think Wyatt knows?" Liska asked.

Kovac shook his head. "I don't kno7. He has to suspect by now. it all goes back to Thorne. He sure as h.e.l.l knows everything about that might."

"And it's been a secret all these years."

"Until Andy Fallon started digging around. That must have been what Mike was talking about when he said he couldn't forgive Andy for what he was doing, that Andy had ruined everything, that he'd 340.

told Andy just to let it go. I thought he was talking about Andy coming out .... Jesus, all these years."

"You think Wyatt killed Thorne?" Liska asked.

"That's where I end up. Evelyn Thorne was in love with him." "But how would Gaines have found out?"

"I don't know. Maybe Andy had made the same connection and said something to Gaines. Maybe he'd seen Andy's notes. I don't know." "Where does the guy who got pinned for the murder fit in?"

"I don't know."

There was a h.e.l.l of a lot of story to what happened that night all those years ago, Kovac thought. Aside from Ace Vryatt, there was one other person living who might be able to tell it. Amanda.

"You want to talk to Wyatt alone?" Liska asked. "I'll ride along if you need me "

"No," he murmured. "I need to do it. For Mike. Whatever else he was, he meant something good to me once."

Liska nodded. "I'll go back to the office, then get a jump on the paperwork for this adventure."

"Why don't you go home, Tinks? It's late."

"The boys are staying with my mother because of Rubel. I got nothing to go home to but a radio car with a couple of a.s.sholes sittin g in my driveway- 11 "No word on Rubel yet?"

"Lots of tips. Lots of filse alarms. I hope something flushes him out, if he hasn't blown for Florida by now."

"Are you scared?" Kovac asked, looking at her.

She met his gaze and nodded. "Yes. For myself. For the boys. I Just have to keep thinking we'll get him first."

They fell silent again.

"I feel really old, Tinks"' Kovac said at last. "Tired."

"Don't think about it, Sam".'she advised. "If you stop moving long enough to think about it, you won't get up again."

"That's cheery."

"Hey, I've lost my shot at a career in Hollywood:'she said with a false scowl.

"What do you want from me? Mary f.u.c.king Suns.h.i.+ne?" He found enough energy to chuckle, then coughed. His lungs still hurt from the cold water.

"Hey." Liska reached across and patted his cheek. "I'm really glad Gaines didn't kill you, partner."

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"Thanks. Thanks for saving my life, partner. I could have been under that ice with him."

"That's what friends are for," she said simply, and got out of the car.

S 0 M E H 0 W, E V E N I N the middle of the night, all legal on-street parking s.p.a.ces around city hall were taken. Liska pulled into the emergency zone smack in front of the building and left it there. The h.e.l.l if she was parking in a ramp tonight.

She was secretly glad for the chance to come back to the office. She had always liked being here at night, while most of the city was asleep. Tonight it beat going home. If she went home, she would have too much quiet time to think about the sorry state of her personal life, too much time to miss the boys.

The hallways were quiet. The feds had set the Rubel task force in their own building on Was.h.i.+ngton Avenue. The action would be there tonight.

She paused in front of the door to the IA offices, thinking how strange the circles of life could be. A week before, she would have spat on the ground at the mention of Internal Affairs. In a matter of days she had seen enough bad cops to last her a lifetime.

No one noticed her as she went into the CID offices. Maybe she would just stay the night, she thought as she stowed her purse in the drawer, sleep in the s.p.a.ce under her desk, like the homeless people who sought out hiding places in the skyway system after everything had closed.

She clicked the computer on, turned to take her coat off ... and found Derek Rubel standing at the end of the cubicle, holding a gun.

T E L L T H E S T 0 R Y. From the beginning."

The room was so quiet, Savard could feel the silence as a pressure against her eardrums.

Wyatt sat behind his desk, staring at her, staring at her gun. She had placed a small tape recorder on the des in front of him.They were in his home. just the two of them. Wyatt had married once in the years since the night of Bin Thorne's murder. It hadn't lasted.

"Tell the story," she insisted. "Don't waste my tape."

He looked hurt. "Amanda ... why are you doing this?"

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"Andy Fallon is dead. Mike Fallon is dead." "I didn't kin them," he said.

"All these years," she -whispered. "All these years, I couldn't tell ...

because of Mother. Because of what she did that night.That man was already dead. I couldn't save him. I thought I could make it up somehow, make it right some other way..."

For a long time she had let herself believe that was penance enough: stopping other bad cops from hurting people. Keeping the dirty secret of her family, the dirty secret of the family of cops her father had been a part of. At the same time, she dedicated her life to breaking the secrets of the people in the MPD, not allowing the cops in her department to get away with what Bill Thorne had gotten away with, with what Ace Wyatt had done.

Wyatt had done his own penance. But it hadn't mattered. Her father was still dead . . . except in her nightmares. Weagle was still dead ... except in her nightmares. Now Andy ... Now Mike Fallon ...

"I can't live with all these corpses in my head," she said, voice quavering.

She made a motion with the gun. "You tell the story. Tell it now." "Amanda . .

His voice was like a razor on her nerves: condescending, patronizing. She s.h.i.+fted the gun two inches to the right and put a bullet into the wall behind his head.

"I said tell the story!" she screamed.

Wyatt went white, then red. Sweat ran down his face. The strong ammonia smell of urine burned the air.

"I ... can't ... take ... this ... any ... more," she said through her teeth.

There was a part of her brain that recognized her behavior as irrational. But then, that was part of the problem, wasn't it? She had been too rational, too practical for too long, suppressing the horror, the fear, the knowledge that what had happened was wrong and that she could have stopped it all.

"I'll begin for you," she offered, then announced herself and the date and the place, beginning the tape in the way she would any police interview. She introduced the subject, stated the date of the incident.Wyatt stared at her.

"I loved your mother," he said. "What I did, I did for her, to protect her.

You know that, Amanda."

Tears, filled her eyes. "She's protecting herself now. No one can hurt her. I can't let any more people die and not do anything about it.

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That's wrong. I became a cop to keep that from happening. Do you understand that? Because of that night, I am what I am. I became a cop to police the police, so what happened that night wouldn't happen to someone else. But then it did."

I didn't kill them, Amanda. Andy. Mike. I didn't-" ,:Yes, you did. Don't you see? Tell the story."

They killed themselves:' he said, but there was no conviction in his voice. He couldn't even tell the lie to himself Tears rolled downWyatt's face. He was shaking visibly. He looked at the tape recorder, probably wondering if she wanted the story on tape because she was planning to kill him after he had finished telling it.

"Bill Thorne was the cruelest man I ever knew," he began, his voice trembling.

"He tormented your mother, Amanda. You knew that. Nothing she did was good enough for him. He took his anger out on her. He beat her. He didn't hurt you, though, did he, Amanda?"

"No," she whispered, trembling too. "He never hit me. But I knew. I saw. I hated him for it. I wanted someone to stop him, but no one ever did ...

because he was a cop.You saw what he did to her-the black eyes, the bruises.

You saw. The other cops saw. They all looked the other way. I could never understand that:' she said. "The others, maybe... but you. She loved you. How could you have let that go on?" "Your mother didn't want-"

"Don't. Don't even pay lip service to that excuse. That she didn't want the embarra.s.sment, that she didn't want to make trouble. She was a battered woman."

He looked away, ashamed.

"Because he was a cop:'she said. "You let it all come to what happened that night because you couldn't rat out a rotten son of a b.i.t.c.h like Bill Thorne."

Wyatt didn't answer. There was no answer. "On the night in question . . ." she said.

"I got a call from her that something was vrong. She was hysterical. Bill had come home unexpectedly. He'd been drinking. Bill would do that-drink on the job. He had no regard for any rules but his own. He " He broke off and started again, the emotions of that night coming back. "He raped her. He beat her.

"Evelyn had had enough:' he said, staring down at the desktop, tears falling faster. "She got hold of a gun, and she shot Bill twice in the chest.Then she

called me.

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"I couldn't let her be punished for what Bill had done to her. I couldn't trust that the courts would take her sideWhat if it came out she and I had been seeing each other? A prosecutor would have seen it as motive. She rmight have gone to prison."

"And so you found Weagle "He was there. In the neighborhood. He was on the street as I went to your house. I didn't know what he might have seen or heard." Wyatt put his head in his hands and began to sob. "I got him to come into the house. And I shot him . . . with Bill's thirtyeight. Ohjesus ... Then Mike came ... and I was there with the body. I panicked...."

"Jesus Christ," Kovac said, pus.h.i.+ng the office door open. He stared at Wyatt, who was crying and choking and did not look up. "You shot Mike Fallon."

L I S K A S T 0 0 D F R 0 Z E N . A thousand things went through her mind in a heartbeat. To rush him, to scream, to throw something, to try to take cover.

Thank G.o.d she had called the boys earlier and told them she loved them.

"Put the gun down, Rubel," she said in a tone that was remarkably, ridiculously conversational.

"You b.i.t.c.h."

He wore the mirrored shades. She couldn't see his eyes. Not good. "You're smart to give it up here," Liska said. "No one will hurt you. You're with fanu'ly."

"It was none of your f.u.c.king business."

"You killed a man:'she said. "That's all my business."

Behind him, Liska could see Barry Castleton moving in slowly, his eyes huge, gun in hand.

"Put the gun down:'she said. "You won't leave this building, Derek." "What do I care?" he said. ".I knew that when I came in. I'm a dead man walking. I've got nothing to lose. Better to die now, fast. And what a bomis-I get to take you with me, b.i.t.c.h."

Y 0 U P U T M I K E Fallon in that chair," Kovac said, coming into the room.