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"I'm Detective Lieutenant Rebecca Frye, and this is Detective Watts. PPD."

Reiser pushed back her chair and stood in one uid motion, extending her hand. "Detectives," she said, as she shook each of their hands in turn. Indicating a stack of metal chairs along one wall, she said ruefully, "Grab yourself a seat."

"Thank you, we're ne," Rebecca said.

Seated again, Reiser nodded. "Same question. How can I help you two?"

"We wanted to ask you some questions about Detective Jimmy Hogan."



Reiser's expression didn't change. "Doesn't ring a bell."

"Somebody put a bullet in his head down here about six months ago," Watts said conversationally.

"Ah, yes. Him and another police of cer. I'm sorry."

"We thought you might be able to tell us what he was doing down here." Rebecca's tone was casual. Friendly. But her ice blue eyes were sharply appraising.

"Is there some reason you think I might know?" Reiser replied, her expression equally relaxed and her deep chocolate eyes just as intent as she scrutinized Rebecca.

"Watts," Rebecca said softly.

Watts reached into his rumpled tweed jacket and extracted three creased sheets of paper. Wordlessly, he leaned forward and deposited them in the center of Captain Reiser's desk.

After only an instant's hesitation, the Port Authority captain * 125 *

RADCLY fFE picked up the pages and scanned each one in turn. Then she read them again. Finally, she placed them back in the same position that Watts had deposited them. "He called on the phone. Said he was working with the Harbor Patrol and that they were trying to track s.h.i.+ps suspected of illegally dumping waste after they'd left port. Garbage mostly, sometimes industrial items." Frowning, she swiveled her chair and stared through the gla.s.s part.i.tion into the dimly lit, crowded warehouse beyond. "I think he had a list of s.h.i.+ps-he wanted their schedules, port-of-origin information, and manifests."

Rebecca felt a spark of excitement. Hogan had been on to something down here. Almost certainly something involving cargo, since the Harbor Patrol story was completely fabricated. While technically a division of the PPD, the men and women who policed the waterways were much more closely tied to the Port Authority than to the city police. There was very little overlap in a.s.signments.

"Any reason you didn't report this before?" Watts questioned, his voice rough with irritation.

Reiser met his gaze steadily. "I didn't make the connection. I remember the call now that you show me the list, because at the time I thought it was an unusual request. Usually the Harbor Patrol is more interested in civilian waterway violations, not commercial." She frowned. "I recall pulling some of the manifests. But, for some reason, the name Hogan doesn't ring a bell." She shook her head. "No-I think I would have put it together when those two cops were gunned down.

So maybe it wasn't him."

"Your name's in those reports, Captain."

"Yes. I see that." She still seemed more curious than alarmed.

"What's this all about?"

Rebecca studied the other woman. Reiser looked to be in her late thirties or early forties, tall and solidly built. Her att.i.tude was one of quiet con dence, and Rebecca didn't get the sense that she was hiding anything from them or was even particularly concerned about their visit. Rebecca made a decision. "We think something Hogan stumbled onto down here got him killed."

Immediately, Reiser sat forward, her hands clasped on the desk, her face severely intent. "What kind of thing?"

Rebecca shook her head. "We don't know. We were hoping that you would."

* 126 *

Justice Served "Maybe the three of us should take a walk." Without waiting for their answer, she stood and pulled a black wool overcoat from an aluminum coat stand in the corner. Shrugging into it, she eyed Watts's sport coat and Rebecca's silk blazer. "You two are going to freeze out there. The wind off the water is going to make it feel like twenty degrees."

"We'll be ne," Rebecca a.s.sured her. Watts just grunted.

"Good enough."

Watts and Rebecca followed Reiser as she led them from the of ce, through the warehouse, and out the rear to a loading dock. She hadn't exaggerated. A brisk wind blew off the water, whipping their clothes and penetrating to skin with the ease of a knife blade. A cargo s.h.i.+p blocked their view of the river as it rode low in the water, laden with containers stacked ten high on the deck.

"Three thousand s.h.i.+ps load and off-load at the Port of Philadelphia every year." Reiser shouted to be heard above the wind. "We handle more than one quarter of the entire North Atlantic District's annual tonnage, making us the fourth-largest port in the U.S. for imported merchandise."

As she spoke, another container swung out from the deck of the s.h.i.+p on the end of the crane arm toward a waiting truck. Reiser pointed up at the crane.

"That's a three-hundred-seventy- ve-ton container crane-one of the largest in use anywhere. We handle bulk merchandise, containers, automobiles, perishable goods-a broader range of imports than almost any other U.S. port." She hunched her shoulders inside her heavy regulation coat. "Four hundred and twenty- ve trucking companies pick up and transport out of here on a regular basis."

She led them back under the shelter of the warehouse eaves. "Do a few crates fall off the back of a truck now and then? Probably. We have a central computer system with a staff of ten who do nothing but cross-check bills of lading, ports of origin, and destinations against incoming and outgoing manifests. Do we check each barrel, crate, and container?

No. They've been cleared by Customs at the point of origin, and U.S.

Customs agents do visual inspections upon arrival."

"We're not suggesting any of your people are at fault, Captain,"

Rebecca interjected.

Reiser scanned the area. They were surrounded by dockworkers, * 127 *

RADCLY fFE but no one paid them any attention. "The majority of personnel you see are civilians-longsh.o.r.emen, teamsters, truckers. They don't work for or answer to me."

"Who do they work for?" Watts questioned.

"The unions." Reiser held Watts's gaze. "Supposedly."

"Huh." Watts looked as if he smelled something unpleasant. "And we know who they answer to."

Rebecca made no comment, watching Reiser, attempting to decipher just how much the captain really knew of organized crime's presence on the waterfront. Or how much of what she knew she would share. But she clearly had not wanted to have this conversation in plain sight of the workers in the warehouse. So there's something she suspects, at least.

"I don't know what your man found, Lieutenant," Reiser said empathically, nally turning to Rebecca. "If anything. I'm not saying there's nothing to nd. What I am saying is if there's anything big to nd, we would know."

"So if someone swipes a load of goods bigger than an armload, you'll know about it," Watts summarized.

Reiser smiled eetingly. "Well, let's say bigger than a truckload.

Obviously, vehicles are checked upon exiting the compound, but off the record, I wouldn't swear that a case here or there doesn't end up in someone's backseat."

"I doubt that something like that would have interested Jimmy Hogan," Rebecca said. "What about drugs?"

"Imports from South America make up a large percentage of the traf c here. Again, the merchandise is checked at the point of origin, and Customs clears it here. Is there a bag of cocaine tucked into a crate of coffee somewhere? Possibly, but large scale? Doubtful."

"But not impossible," Watts said.

"No," Reiser agreed. "Not impossible."

"Is there anything about the particular information that Hogan requested that raises a ag for you?" Rebecca asked.

"Not offhand, but why don't you leave me copies of those requests, and I'll look them over again. If something clicks, I'll call you."

"Good enough. Appreciate it, Captain." Rebecca extended her hand, and they shook.

* 128 *

Justice Served Five minutes later, Rebecca slowed for the same taciturn guard at the security post, who waved them through with barely a glance.

"You think she's straight?" Watts asked.

"I do," Rebecca replied immediately. "What's your take?"

"She's careful, but something was bothering her. Because n.o.body likes to freeze their b.a.l.l.s off for no good reason."

"Yeah, that little trip outside had to be because she didn't want anyone seeing her cozying up to us."

"Well, she didn't tell us much."

Rebecca was silent for a full minute. "She seemed pretty certain that something big wouldn't get by her-or her people."

"I think there's a h.e.l.l of a lot of stuff moving in and out of that port every day, and I don't care how many computer jockeys they've got watching it-stuff has to disappear."

"I agree. But why would Jimmy Hogan care?"

"Could be Zamora is moving stolen merchandise through there.

Maybe using the proceeds to underwrite his drug operation. Jimmy could've gotten wind of it, started poking around." Watts drummed his heavy ngers on the dash. "That tends to make people suspicious."

Rebecca nodded, slowing for a light at the turn onto I-95. "So how does Jeff come into it?"

"Cruz and Hogan were tight, right? From the academy? And Jimmy pa.s.sed Jeff intel before when he wasn't going to act on it himself."

Watts s.h.i.+fted and tried to stretch his legs in the narrow s.p.a.ce beneath the Corvette's dash. "Jimmy couldn't afford to be involved in any kind of bust that involved Zamora, because it would blow his cover."

"It still comes back to Jimmy, and what he knew." Rebecca sighed.

"We need to get as close to Zamora's organization as we can."

"Well, we've got two ways in already." Watt's tone suggested that he wasn't all that happy about the fact. "Our boy Mitch and his cute little squeeze."

Mitch.e.l.l and Sandy. Rebecca suppressed another sigh. A wet-behind-the-ears detective and a smart-mouthed streetwalker.

Wonderful.

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Justice Served

CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

Sandy emerged from the bedroom, sleepy-eyed and fuzzy-headed in pink satin bikinis and one of Mitch.e.l.l's T-s.h.i.+rts.

Shuf ing through the quiet loft toward the kitchen, she yawned and stretched, baring a long expanse of hip and belly. The quiet voice from across the room made her jump.

"Good morning," Michael said.

"Jesus," Sandy blurted, pivoting in Michael's direction. The other woman sat on a tall stool at the angled draftsman's table next to a computer console bearing two widescreen monitors. "Man. I didn't think anyone was here."

"I just came home an hour ago." Michael smiled ruefully. "I knew that Sloan would be working late, so I stayed at Sarah's last night. Jason brought me back early this morning. I'm sorry. Did I scare you?"

"Uh-uh," Sandy replied, still breathless. "Sorry. I didn't mean to bother you." She started to backpedal toward the guest room, but Michael shook her head.

"You're not bothering me. I was just thinking of taking a break.

Tea?"

Sandy made a face but managed to sti e a groan. "Uh, I think it better be coffee this morning."

"Late night?" Michael asked conversationally, her smile friendly.

"Yeah, sort of." Sandy thought of Dell, and how upset she'd been after the visit from her sister, and of what she had seemed to need so desperately from Sandy. Sandy had made love to her for hours, Dell reaching for her again and again in the night, until they'd both collapsed from exhaustion. Dell had slept with her head nestled to Sandy's breast, their arms and legs entwined. Sandy had never before experienced s.e.x as healing, and knowing that she had given her lover something that no one else could made her feel powerful and nearly overcome with awe.

* 131 *

RADCLY fFE "Working?"

Sandy jumped, the question resounding in the air. "No. Not last night."

Michael slid from the stool and crossed the loft to Sandy's side.

"How about that coffee? I think there are some scones left from yesterday. Interested?"

"Sure." Sandy paused a beat, then asked hurriedly, "Do you and Sloan talk about...everything?"

Struck by the serious note in Sandy's voice, Michael halted. "I think so. Sometimes, it takes one of us longer to say what we need to than it should, but eventually we get there. Why?"

"So, did Sloan tell you what I do?"

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