“Are you trying to tell me, Sergeant Jamerson, you didn’t lay one finger on Jesse Rivera?”
Ty looked hard at the investigator across the table from him. He didn’t see a woman. He saw a career killer. His gaze narrowed to the sleek tailored suit that accentuated her curves more than it camouflaged, the firm set of her jaw and the sensible bun curled tightly against her neck. Yeah, a career killer, and the worst kind. The kind that crucified their own by stripping them of their badge and honor. He curbed a sneer.
If she didn’t have Internal Affairs stamped on her forehead, he would have smelled her out for the rat she was just by her arrogance. He gritted his teeth.
“On the contrary, I laid all ten and then some. You’ve seen the booking photo, I presume?”
Her dark blue eyes widened and her lips pursed at his confession. “Booking photo? I shot a whole roll of film documenting his injuries. Under color of authority, you’ve violated his rights.”
Ty swiped his hand across the stubble on his chin and shot his union rep at his side a glare. Ponch shrugged lazily. “You know the drill, man. She can accuse all she wants.” Without moving a muscle, Ponch speared her with a glare. “Now prove it.”
Ty smiled. Ponch was a reticent man. It’s what Ty liked most about him, that and he knew how to maneuver IA without them even realizing they’d been had.
He looked back at the salivating IA officer. He didn’t have time to dick around with a trumped up brutality charge, but he’d make her think he had all day and night.
Her nostrils flared like a she wolf scenting the kill. He silently cursed. This one smelled blood all right--his.
He leaned back into the straight back chair, caught her gaze, crossed his right foot onto his left knee and pulled a piece of hard candy from his pocket. Not breaking eye contact, he casually unwrapped it, and popped the root beer flavored candy in his mouth. He set his hands on his thighs tapping his fingers in a slow rhythm, and sucked.
He’d done this routine in this same ten-foot by ten-foot drab colored room too many times to count, but never had he had the misfortune of getting jacked up by a newbie IA, and a female to boot. How damned low could a Department sink?
She leaned forward. “Do you really expect me to believe, Sergeant, Rivera’s wounds came before you cuffed him and not after?”
Ty leaned toward her. When she didn’t retreat, he leaned closer, so close he could see the wild pulse of silver-colored flecks in her irises. For a brief second the unique color caught him off guard. If she weren’t on the other side, he wouldn’t mind a quick roll in the sack. Her skin was smooth and flushed pink and her lips were full, like he’d just kissed them stupid. He grinned when she licked them. His cock twinged. Oh yeah, he could get into that. He slowed his breathing to long deliberate breaths. Yeah he could get into her, after he taught her a few things about eating her own words.
“I’m not trying to tell you anything, young lady. I’ve been telling you for the last half hour, I chased down that punk after he ripped off my snitch. Bonedick wanted to see who was faster. I won, and when he resisted I used a necessary force to overcome his resistance.”
“You didn’t call for backup,” she challenged.
“Backup?” He bit back a harsh laugh. “There is no backup in undercover work. If you ever become a real cop, you’ll learn that in deep cover you’re on your own.”
“Watch your insinuations, Sergeant Jamerson. Remember who you’re speaking to,” she snapped.
“The last time I checked, a sergeant still out ranked an investigator, Officer Zorn.” Ty sat back in his chair and glanced at his overfed rep. “Do I have to continue this song and dance or what?”
“Officer Zorn, are you going to formally charge Sergeant Jamerson?”
Zorn smirked. “When I'm done with my interview I’ll make that determination.”
”Hurry the hell up then, I have to get back on the street,” Ty bit off.
Deciding to speed her along, he leaned as far forward as he could, setting his hands palm open on the table and splaying his fingers across the smooth Formica. “I’ll tell you what, Officer, why don’t you go down to the squad car that Officer Michaels transported that little shit in, and take a look. It wouldn’t require more than two brain cells to see for yourself Rivera knocked himself around. There’s lots of DNA.” Ty pushed hard against the tabletop, his muscles bulged under his contained temper. “And then take a look at his wrists. Any cuts or bruises from the cuffs? No, because they weren’t on when I fought with him.”
Zorn dug in. "Sergeant, how many color of authority violations would you say are in your file?”
“Zero.”
She pulled out several thick manila folders from a shiny new brief case she had set on the floor when she marched in a half hour ago. Quickly she shuffled through the top one. “December of last year, officer involved shooting, pistol whipping the suspect.”
She slid the paper to the side and picked up another one. “Two years ago, assaulting a state witness.”
She grabbed another sheet of paper and read. “Just three months ago, conduct unbecoming an officer, involving a female witness.”
Ty swept his hand across the desk, sending the files scattering to the floor, their contents skittering along the soiled tiles. He quickly processed and dismissed the fact that his action had no effect on her. She sat ramrod straight, her eyes blazing at him.
“I can give you a dozen more scenarios just like those, Officer Zorn, and if you cared to look past the bull shit charges you’ll see not one of them stuck. Not even when the rat bastard IA officers involved doctored evidence and statements.”
Ty stood. She remained seated.
"Go on and do your worst, sister, go after a fellow officer whose only guilt is trying to do his job.” His voiced lowered in warning. “Go on and falsify reports, tamper with and manipulate witness statements. Go on and do it, and God help you when it comes back to bite you in your pretty little ass.”
Ty glowered down at Ponch who seemed content to let him defend himself. “If you want my piece and badge tell me now, otherwise, I’m out of here.”
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ABOUT KARIN TABKE
For a long time, controlled chaos ruled Karin's life. Busy mother of
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