The flip side to the idea she caused chaos was that she got results. That accounted for her meteoric rise to Special Investigations. To me, she was a really good cop, but more important, she was a good friend.
She picked up her desk phone on the second ring. She had a very professional greeting. “Sergeant Mulé, Special Investigations.”
“Chaos, what’s going on?”
“Hey, Mike. It’s the usual bullshit around here. Some dick at One Police Plaza thinks that we can tie more than half of our homicides to serial killers. Somehow he thinks that’ll show how good the PD has been in reducing overall violence. I swear to God, Mike, I have no idea where some people get their ideas.”
“You’re preaching to the choir, sister.”
“This jackass just pulled it out of his butt. Now I have to do a two-year survey. I looked over the initial data, and it feels like you were the lead on about half the homicides. What a waste of time.”
“Everyone gets interfered with. Teachers hate all the dictates that come down from school boards. Nurses hate some of the rules that come down from hospital directors. Cops just hate rules.”
Lisa said, “Are you still in Washington, DC?”
“I am.”
“If I was your wife, I’d go down there, grab you by the hair, and drag your ass back to New York.”
“If you were my wife, I’d be smart enough not to let you know where I was staying.”
We both laughed, and she brought me up to speed on her family. She ended by saying, “I’m guessing you called me about this shithead Jeremy Pugh.”
“You guys done with the case? Anything we can do?”
“You mean you didn’t hear already? This is just a coincidental call?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ve got the warrant right in front of me. We can’t identify who was with Pugh the night they beat the poor New York Times reporter. We figure Pugh might talk after we arrest him.”
“Do you know what precipitated the fight?”
Lisa let out a laugh. “It was no fight. The reporter was trying to get reactions on the president’s latest poll numbers. That’s it. He spoke to these two and somehow his question didn’t sit well. They put him in the hospital. Three broken ribs, broken left wrist, ruptured eardrum, and a collapsed lung. Nice people you hang out with, Mike.”
“This makes it much easier for me, Chaos. I needed to get a DNA sample, and now we can get it when he’s booked.”
“I’ll email you the affidavit and warrant.”
“What was the exact day of the attack?”
There was a pause in the conversation, and I could hear Lisa searching through some paperwork. She came back on the line and said, “The assault occurred on the second. The victim picked out Pugh from a photo lineup. Plus, we have two different security video sources on the attack. It’s a good case.”
I was silent as I processed what she just told me.
Lisa said, “Mike, you still on the line?”
“If it happened late on the night of the second, it puts one of my suspects in New York just before Emily Parker was murdered. Unless he went through some extraordinary transportation, Jeremy Pugh isn’t a good suspect.”
Lisa said, “We verified that Pugh was still in town two days later.”
I muttered, “Shit.”
“Since I worked this case because of information you gave me, can you do me a solid and make sure the DC police arrest this mope?”
“I know the perfect unit to handle it.”
Just before I hung up, Lisa said, “Mike, you’re being careful down in DC, right?”
“I’m trying to.”
“They’re nothing but a bunch of sharks.”
“It’s nice to know someone cares.” I wasn’t being a smart-ass. Sometimes when you’re working on a case you forget about real life. It was nice to be reminded I still had friends.
Chapter 72
I hate to admit it, but I always feel a twinge of excitement before an arrest. For veteran cops, I’m an outlier. All rookies feel this way. After all, an arrest is the ultimate validation of your work. It means you conducted a thorough enough investigation and you have probable cause to believe you solved the crime. It’s a great feeling, and even after all these years, it’s good to have some excitement.
Detectives Swinson and Gorant were going to meet me at the National Mall. Their partner, Detective Daggett, was stuck in a briefing at the DC police headquarters. I couldn’t believe that I was looking forward to seeing Swinson and Gorant after everything that had happened. It proved to me that first impressions aren’t all that important. It takes time for people to show their true colors. Even if we had started our relationship with them threatening me to leave the city, I now believed they had been acting in the best interests of their department as they saw it at the time.