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He nodded. Of course he remembered. He was working to set up his innocence in case Jennifer figured out what he’d done before he could clean it up.
“Well, Jennifer called and talked to Mr. Tucker and Mr. O’Keefe after hours tonight on a conference call. I was there only because I was waiting for my car to be done from the shop down the street. I didn’t hear anything, but then the police came in and Mr. Tucker said something—I didn’t hear all of it—but he mentioned your name, and it sounded like Jennifer had been talking about you. And that’s not right.”
That. Bitch.
“I will straighten it out,” he said.
“Please, don’t say I said anything,” Tammy said. “I just think you should know.”
“Thank you. Ron and I have worked together for years, since we helped start Desert West. We’ll figure out what’s going on.”
He walked her back downstairs and watched her leave. He could tell that she wanted to stay, and any other night he might have wined and dined her, seen how far he could take it. He would have liked to have had sex with her at least once—she was young and inexperienced, but that could be a turn-on.
But definitely not tonight.
He stared at his phone. Brittney had better not fuck this up because Brad was going to have to leave town sooner rather than later.
And he needed Logan’s money to do it.
Forty-Seven
Margo Angelhart
Jack was double-checking my new security system and deeming it as good as I could get without an alarm company when Rick drove up. He wasn’t in uniform.
“Jack,” Rick said with a nod. He glanced at me as if gauging why my brother was here so late.
“He knows,” I said. “Carillo went after Uncle Rafe at the church.”
“Is he okay?”
“Yes.” I motioned for Rick to come in, offered him a beer.
“No, thanks,” Rick said. “What happened? I didn’t see a dispatch to the church.”
“No crime. He intimidated Rafe, wanted to know where his wife was. He didn’t leave when Rafe asked him to, but when the other priest came in, he walked out.”
Jack said, “I asked a buddy of mine to keep an eye on the church for the next couple of days. And I checked out the property. Margo and I are trying to figure out what to do about Carillo. She said you were asking around.”
“That’s why I’m here. Otto called in favors and I got this.”
He dropped a file on the counter.
“What is it?”
“A copy of his personnel file. Every complaint against him. Normally, I’d say most of it is bullshit—a guy gets pulled over for a DUI and files a complaint that the cop who pulled him over was a prick. Nothing that’s going to make me look twice. He doesn’t have an unusual pattern of excessive force—no more complaints than average. He’s never discharged his firearm in the line of duty. But...there are two complaints that were settled but I think warrant a second look.”
Now I opened the file, started to look through as Rick continued.
“They were both complaints by fellow cops,” Rick said. “One was a deputy who Otto knows. He filed a complaint that Carillo didn’t go to a call he’d been assigned. He wouldn’t have filed the complaint, but it was the third time another trooper had to cover for him, and it was a particularly difficult situation, so he brought it to their command. Carillo was reprimanded, but nothing else came from it.”
“We’ve all known cops who keyed in to a call but never followed through,” Jack said.
Rick shrugged and nodded at the same time. “The other complaint was from a female trooper.”
“Sexual harassment?” Jack asked.
“No—general harassment. Most female cops take ribbings like anyone. Sometimes it’s gender-based, but they let it roll off.”
