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Connor was silent. Up ahead, I saw the airplanes coming down over the freeway. We were approaching the airport.
"Anyway," I said. "I was glad when the liaison job came along. Because it works out better for the hours, and for the money. And thats how I got to be here. In this car with you. Thats it. "
"K?hai," he said quietly. "Were in this together. Just tell me. What is the problem?"
"There isnt any problem. "
"K?hai. "
"There isnt. "
"K?hai. . . "
"Hey, John," I said, "let me tell you something. When you apply for Special Services liaison, five different committees go over your record. To get a liaison job, you have to be clean. The committees went over my record. And they found nothing substantial. "
Connor nodded. "But they found something. "
"Christ," I said, "I was a detective for five years. You cant work that long without a few complaints. You know that. "
"And what were the complaints against you?"
I shook my head. "Nothing. Little stuff. I arrested a guy my first year, he accused me of undue force. That charge was dropped after inquiry. I arrested a woman for armed robbery, she claimed I planted a gram on her. Charge dropped; it was her gram. Murder suspect claimed I beat and kicked him during questioning. But other officers were present at all times. A drunken woman on a domestic violence call later claimed I molested her child. She dropped the charge. Teenage gang leader arrested for murder said I made a homosexual pass at him. Charge withdrawn. Thats it. "
If youre a cop you know that complaints like these are background noise, like traffic on the street. Theres nothing you can do about them. Youre in an adversarial environment, accusing people of crimes all the time. They accuse you back. Thats just the way it works. The department never pays any attention unless theres a pattern or repetition. If a guy has three or four complaints of undue force over a couple of years, then he gets an inquiry. Or a string of racial complaints, he gets an inquiry. But otherwise, as the assistant chief Jim Olson always says, being a cop is a job for the thick-skinned.
Connor didnt say anything for a long time. He frowned, thinking it over. Finally he said, "What about the divorce? Problems there?"
"Nothing unusual. "
"You and your ex are on speaking terms?"
"Yes. Were okay. Not great. But okay. "
He was still frowning. Still looking for something. "And you left the detective division two years ago?"
"Yes. "
"Why?"
"I already told you. "
"You said that you couldnt work the hours. "
"That was most of it, yeah. "
"That, and what else?"
I shrugged. "After the divorce, I just didnt want to work homicide any more. I felt like - I dont know. Disillusioned. I had this little infant and my wife had moved out. She was going on with her life, dating some hotshot attorney. I was left holding the kid. I just felt flat. I didnt want to be a detective any more. "
"You seek counseling at that time? Therapy?"
"No. "
"Trouble with drugs or alcohol?"
"No. "
"Other women?"
"Some. "
"During the marriage?"
I hesitated.
"Farley? In the mayors office?"
"No. That was later. "
"But there was somebody during the marriage. "
"Yes. But she lives in Phoenix now. Her husband got transferred. "
"She was in the department?"
I shrugged.
Connor sat back in his seat. "Okay, k?hai," he said. "If this is all there is, youre fine. " He looked at me.
"Thats all. "
"But I have to warn you," he said. "Ive been through this kind of thing before, with the Japanese. When the Japanese play hardball, they can make things unpleasant. Really unpleasant. "
"You trying to scare me?"
"No. Just telling you the way things are. "
"Fuck the Japanese," I said. "Ive got nothing to hide. "
"Fine. Now I think you better call your friends at the network, and tell them well be over, after our next stop. "
Chapter 12
A 747 roared low overhead, its landing lights flaring in the fog. It passed the sputtering neon sign that read Girls! Girls! All Nude! Girls! It was around eleven-thirty when we went inside.
To call the Club Palomino a strip joint was to flatter it. It was a converted bowling alley with cactus and horses painted on the walls. It seemed smaller inside than it appeared from the outside. A woman in a silver tassled G-string who looked close to forty danced listlessly in orange light. She seemed as bored as the customers hunched over tiny pink tables. Topless waitresses moved through the smoky air. The tape-recorded music had a loud hiss.
A guy just inside the door said, "Twelve bucks. Two drink minimum. " Connor flipped his badge. The guy said, "Okay, fine. "
Connor looked around and said, "I didnt know Japanese came here. " I saw three businessmen in blue suits, sitting at a corner table.
"Hardly ever," the bouncer said. "They like the Star Strip downtown. More glitz, more tits. You ask me, those guys got lost from their tour. "
Connor nodded, "Im looking for Ted Cole. "
"At the bar. Guy with the glasses. "
Ted Cole was sitting at the bar. His windbreaker covered his Nakamoto Security uniform. He stared at us dully when we came up and sat beside him.
The bartender came over. Connor said, "Two Buds. "
"No Bud. Asahi okay?"
"Okay. "
Connor flipped his badge. Cole shook his head and turned away from us. He looked studiously at the stripper.
"I dont know anything. "
Connor said, "About what?"
"About anything. Im just minding my own business. Im off duty. " He was a little drunk.
Connor said, "When did you get off duty?"
"I got off early tonight. "
"Why is that?"
"Stomach trouble. I got an ulcer, it acts up sometimes. So I got off early. "
"What time?"
"I got off at eight-fifteen at the latest. "
"Do you punch a time clock?"
"No. We dont do that. No time clock. "
"And who took over for you?"
"I got relieved. "
"By whom?"
"My supervisor. "
"Who is that?"
"I dont know him. Japanese guy. Never seen him before. "
"Hes your supervisor, and you never saw him before?"
"New guy. Japanese. I dont know him. What do you want from me, anyway?"
"Just to ask a few questions," Connor said.
"I got nothing to hide," Cole said.
One of the Japanese men sitting at the table came up to the bar. He stood near us and said to the bartender, "What kind of cigarettes you got?"
"Marlboro," the bartender said.
"What else?"
"Maybe Kools. I have to check. But I know we got Marlboro. You want Marlboro?"
Ted Cole stared at the Japanese man. The Japanese seemed not to notice him as he stood at the bar. "Kent?" the Japanese said. "You got any Kent lights?"
"No. No Kent. "
"Okay then, Marlboro," the Japanese man said. "Marlboro is okay. " He turned and smiled at us. "This is Marlboro country, right?"
"Thats right," Connor said.
Cole picked up his beer and sipped it. We were all silent. The Japanese man beat the bar with his hands, in time to the music. "Great place," he said. "Lot of atmosphere. "
I wondered what he was talking about. This place was a dump.
The Japanese slid onto the bar stool next to us. Cole studied his beer bottle as if hed never seen one before. He turned it in his hands, making rings on the bar top.
The bartender brought cigarettes, and the Japanese man tossed a five-dollar bill on the table. "Keep the change. " He tore open the pack, and t
ook out a cigarette. He smiled at us.
Connor took out his lighter to light the mans cigarette. As the man leaned over the flame, he said, "Doko kaisha ittenno?"
The man blinked. "Sorry?"
"Wakanne no?" Connor said. "Doko kaisha ittenno?"
The man smiled, and slipped off the bar stool. "Soro soro ikanakutewa. Shitsurei shimasu. " He gave a little wave, and he went back to his friends across the room.
"Dewa mata," Connor said. He moved around to sit on the stool where the Japanese man had been sitting.
Cole said, "What was that all about?"
"I just asked him what company he worked for," Connor said. "But he didnt want to talk. I guess he wanted to get back to his friends. " Connor ran his hands under the bar, feeling. "Feels clean. "
Connor turned back to Cole and said, "Now then, Mr. Cole. You were telling me that a supervisor took over for you. At what time was that?"
"Eight-fifteen. "
"And you didnt know him?"
"No. "
"And before that time, while you were on duty, were you taping from the video cameras?"
"Sure. The security office always tapes from the cameras. "
"And did the supervisor remove the tapes?"
"Remove them? I dont think so. The tapes are still there, as far as I know. "
He looked at us in a puzzled way.
"You fellows are interested in the tapes?"
"Yes," Connor said.
"Because I never paid much attention to the tapes. I was interested in the cameras. "
"Hows that?"
"They were getting the building ready for the big party, and there were lots of last-minute details. But you still had to wonder why they pulled so many security cameras off other parts of the building and put them up on that floor. "
I said, "They what?"
"Those cameras werent on the forty-sixth floor yesterday morning," Cole said. "They were scattered all around the building. Somebody moved them during the day. Theyre easy to move, you know, because theres no wires attached. "
"The cameras have no wires?"
"No. Its all cellular transmission inside the building itself. Built that way. Thats why they dont have audio: they cant transmit full bandwidth on cellular. So they just send an image. But they can move those cameras around to suit their purposes. See whatever they want to see. You didnt know that?"
"No," I said.
"Im surprised nobody told you. Its one of the features of the building theyre most proud of. " Cole drank his beer. "Only question I have is why somebody would take five cameras and install them on the floor above the party. Cause theres no security reason. You can lock off the elevators above a certain floor. So for security, youd want your cameras on the floors below the party. Not above. "
"But the elevators werent locked off. "
"No. I thought that was kind of unusual, myself. " He looked at the Japanese across the room. "I got to be going soon," he said.
"Well," Connor said. "Youve been very helpful, Mr. Cole. We may want to question you again - "
"Ill write down my phone number for you," Cole said, scribbling on a bar napkin.
"And your address?"
"Yeah, right. But actually, Im going out of town for a few days. My mothers been feeling sick, and she asked me to take her down there to Mexico for a few days. Probably go this weekend. "
"Long trip?"
"Week or so. I got vacation days coming up, it seems like a good time to take it. "
"Sure," Connor said. "I can see how it would. Thanks again for your help. " He shook hands with Cole, and punched him lightly on the shoulder. "And you take care of your health. "
"Oh, I will. "
"Stop drinking, and have a safe drive home. " He paused. "Or wherever you may decide to go tonight, instead. "
Cole nodded. "I think youre right. Thats not a bad idea. "
"I know Im right. "
Cole shook my hand. Connor was heading out the door. Cole said, "I dont know why you guys are bothering. "
"With the tapes?"
"With the Japanese. What can you do? Theyre ahead of us every step of the way. And they have the big guys in their pocket. We cant beat em now. You two guysll never beat em. Theyre just too good. "
Outside, beneath the crackling neon sign, Connor said, "Come on, time is wasting. "
We got in the car. He handed me the bar napkin. On it was scrawled in block letters:
THEY STOLE THE TAPES
"Lets get going," . Connor said.
I started the car.
Chapter 13
The eleven oclock news was finished for the night, and the newsroom was nearly deserted. Connor and I went down the hall to the sound stage where the Action News set was still lit up.
On the set, the evening broadcast was being replayed with the sound off. The anchorman pointed to the monitor. "Im not stupid, Bobby. I watch these things. She did the lead-in and the wrap-up the last three nights. " He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms. "Im waiting to hear what you have to say, Bobby. "
My friend Bob Arthur, the heavyset, tired producer of the eleven oclock news, sipped a tumbler of straight scotch as big as his fist. He said, "Jim, it just worked out that way. "
"Worked out that way my ass," the anchorman said.
The anchorwoman was a gorgeous redhead with a killer figure. She was taking a long time to shuffle through her notes, making sure she stayed to overhear the conversation between Bob and her coanchor.
"Look," the anchorman said. "Its in my contract. Half the lead-ins and half the wraps. Its contractual. "
"But Jim," the producer said. "The lead tonight was Paris fashions and the Nakamoto party. Thats human interest stuff. "
"It should have been the serial killer. "