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  She grabbed the next cold case folder and read the first page. Someone had left a love letter for her. In an instant the agitation was replaced by the familiar calm focus and alertness she always felt in the face of danger. She read it again.

  TRAITOR—a person who betrays another, a cause, or any trust.

  JUDAS—one who betrays another under the guise of friendship.

  RAT—a despicable person, especially one who betrays or informs upon associates.

  RATTED—to betray one’s associates by giving information.

  RATFINK—A person regarded as contemptible, obnoxious, or otherwise undesirable.

  PUNISHMENT—One dead + Many ruined = Death

  She scanned the room. Nobody was watching her. She studied the computer-generated page, thought about fingerprints but knew there wouldn’t be any. She’d known investigating other police would have serious consequences, known there was a good chance she might not survive, known if she survived she would be ostracized. But, just back from Afghanistan, she hadn’t cared much about living. Now, home four months and no longer undercover, she was thinking that living was better than dying and her death no longer figured as a positive in her equation of consequences. They, whoever they were, would have to work hard to get her.

  She accepted responsibility for the results of her undercover investigation. One officer she’d exposed ate his gun and a number of others were facing serious jail time, but they were the bad guys, not her. It wasn’t easy but she would live with the guilt just as she was living with the killing she’d done in Afghanistan and Iraq. She put the paper in her pocket and checked again to see if anyone was watching. Parker quickly averted her eyes. Could Ms. Fancy-Pants Parker be the writer?

  “Corelli.” Dietz’s voice broke into her musing. “Captain’s ready.”

  “About fucking time.”

  The room went silent. Fuck. She hadn’t meant to say that aloud.

  “Whoa.” Dietz put a hand on her shoulder. “Better take a deep breath before you go down.” He looked into her eyes. “The brass dropped in. He had no choice.”

  She eyed his hand. He stepped back, taking his hand with him. Shit. Threatening her only friend. “Sorry, Dietz. It’s been a long morning.”

  She flipped a half salute and moved toward the steps accompanied by a symphony of scraping chairs as the detectives stood and gave her their backs. It hurt. But damn if she’d give them the satisfaction of knowing that. She strode, as much as her achy leg allowed, through the squad, down the stairs past the blue backs and muttering that followed her as she made her way to the captain’s office. She took the deep breath Dietz had recommended and knocked.

  Without looking up, Captain Winfry waved her to the chair facing him. “Sit. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

  She stared at the top of his shiny head. She still didn’t get why he wanted her under his command when no one else would have her.

  He looked up. His eyes widened. “What the hell happened to your face, Corelli?”

  She fingered the scrape that covered the right side of her face. “A car tried to run me down last night when I was walking home from One Police Plaza. The incident was reported by Officer Marta Ryan, sir.”

  Winfry’s eyes narrowed. His face darkened. Was that a flash of anger?

  “Damn it, Corelli. That’s exactly why the chief ordered a bodyguard for you.”

  “Yes sir, I’m supposed to meet with Detective Parker this morning.” But you kept me waiting so it hasn’t happened.

  “Other than cars gunning for you and running the blue gauntlet this morning, how are things going?”

  “Fine, sir.” If you don’t count the kicks, punches, threatening calls or slashing of my Harley’s tires while I was at my nephew’s baptism yesterday. “Ready to be back on the job. Am I going to be working with Detective Parker?”

  “Yes. But here’s the thing. Parker doesn’t know she’s supposed to work with you.”

  “Chief Broderick said he’d set it up.”

  Winfry looked pained. “Well, he selected Parker and told her he had a special assignment for her, but he didn’t tell her it involved you.”

  Lily-livered bastard. “Are you going to tell her?”

  “Broderick thinks you’re the best person to convince Parker. So, after we’re done you’ll meet with her.”

  “Convince her? You mean she can say no?”

  “Yes, she can say no.”

  Fucking Broderick. “Is the special treatment…I mean the fact that she can say no, because of who her father is?”

  Winfry looked amused. “Actually, Corelli, it’s because of who you are. Broderick feels, and I agree, it’s really not a good idea to have someone who doesn’t want anything to do with you watching your back.”

  “And if I can’t convince her?”

  “If she turns down the assignment, you’re on desk duty until we find someone we feel can be trusted.”

  “Jeez.” She bit her lip. It wouldn’t do to badmouth the chief to her new boss.

  “It’s unorthodox, but the chief happens to be right. You’re a target right now and you need someone you can trust. She’s smart. Yale undergrad, Harvard Law, and a stint as an assistant DA before joining the department. She’s proven she’s able to keep her head under fire. And she’s safe because she’s unconnected. But the chief didn’t want to order her to do it.”

  “He could’ve at least told her she would be working with me.”

  “Coulda, shoulda. As I said, Broderick was confident you could make the case.”

  “If I might ask, Captain, I’m persona non grata. Why do you want to work with me?”

  He straightened the folders on his desk. She waited, knowing if she broke the silence he might feel he didn’t have to answer.

  “A number of reasons, some personal that I won’t discuss. Reason one, the blue wall serves a purpose but it’s not right to ostracize an honest cop for blowing the whistle on dirty cops. Reason two, I respect you for doing what you did for the department despite the personal risk while undercover and knowing you’d be ostracized after. And reason three, I get a top-notch detective.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “Dealing with the ostracism is your problem, but anything else—threats, failure by your colleagues to do their jobs or respond as you would expect—I want to know.”

  He glanced at his watch. “I have a meeting now so you can use my office to sell yourself to Parker. You have forty-five minutes.” He punched a number into the phone. “Send Parker to my office.” He retrieved the stack of folders and the leather bound notebook from his desk and headed for the door. “Good luck.”

  Great. When did her old friend Chief Harry Broderick become a coward? He wants me to be safe, but he doesn’t have the balls to tell Parker I’m the assignment?

  Parker must have run down the stairs because Winfry had just left when she walked through the open door. Seeing Corelli, not Winfry, she frowned and started to back out. “Oh, I thought—”

  Corelli stood. “Detective Parker?”

  Parker took a step back, as if she might be infected if she got too close.

  “Don’t worry, it’s not contagious.”

  “What?” Parker looked puzzled.

  “I’m Detective Chiara Corelli.”

  Parker’s face darkened. “I know who you are.”

  Oh, oh. Daddy’s little girl is not happy. “We’re supposed to meet this morning to talk about working together.”

  “Really? No one told me.”

  I’m telling you now, bitch. “Yeah, well, Chief Broderick sorta forgot to mention my name.” Corelli put her hands in her back pockets and rocked back on her heels. “I’m your special assignment. The deal is, we work homicides, you watch my back, and I train you.”

  “Work with the most hated detective in the department?” Parker laughed. “You must be kidding.” Her voice was harsh. “The chief did say there wouldn’t be any repercussions if I don’t want the assignment.” She
glared at Corelli. “And I don’t.” She moved toward the door.

  “Detective Parker.” Corelli’s voice was a command.

  Parker stopped, her back to Corelli.

  “A few minutes, please.”

  Parker faced Corelli. “Read my lips. I will not work with you.”

  “At least hear me out.”

  Parker’s jaw tightened. “How about you hear me? I do not want to be associated with you. What about that sentence don’t you understand?”

  What was Broderick thinking? She couldn’t work with someone who hated her. She opened her mouth to tell Parker to go fuck herself, but instead she clamped her lips. Duh. Every cop hated her. But Broderick seemed to think Parker was safe. She needed Parker, so she’d make nice. “A lot of police feel that way about me, but since the chief stressed that you think for yourself, I expected you’d want to hear the facts before you made a decision.”

  “I know the facts.”

  “Hey, if you’re comfortable passing judgment without hearing from the accused, you don’t have what it takes to be a good homicide detective anyway. So we’re done here.” Corelli waved her hand toward the door. “Go.” Fuck you. I won’t beg.

  Parker frowned. Her hands curled into fists but she didn’t move. She seemed to be fighting an internal battle. Corelli held her breath. Even Parker was better than desk duty.

  “You’re wrong. I would be an excellent homicide detective. But you’re right that I’m prejudging you based on gossip, innuendo and the media.” Parker’s voice was icy. “But why me? There are plenty of experienced detectives, more likely bodyguards, on the force.”

  “I don’t like this any more than you, Parker.” Corelli’s smile was pained. “But as you said, I’m the most hated detective in the department. Chief Broderick feels I’ll have an accident if I don’t have someone who can be trusted to watch my back. And given the circumstances, it’s hard to know who to trust. Broderick chose you. He says you’re an honest, trustworthy cop, who’s proven you know how to handle your gun.”

  “And if I say no?”

  “I’m tied to a desk.”

  Parker nodded. “I see.” She looked out the window and back at Corelli. “Not my problem.”

  Corelli felt a prickle of anxiety. She needed this to work. “It is your problem. Unless you’re on the side of the cops in jail waiting for trial and don’t care about an honest department.”

  “Don’t be stupid. Of course, I…” Parker chewed her lip. “So talk.”

  Corelli shifted the two chairs in front of the desk so they faced each other. “Let’s sit.”

  Parker ran her hand over the seat of the dilapidated wooden chair, then sat.

  Wonderful. I’m fighting for my life here and Miss Prissy is worried about snags in her fancy suit.

  “I know you were promoted because you saved that family, but tell me a little about yourself, where you live, what precincts you’ve worked in, about your experience with the department.”

  “This isn’t about me,” Parker said, her voice a challenge.

  Corelli leaned in and locked eyes with Parker. “Whatever you might think of me, Parker, I don’t work with strangers. So, either you want homicide badly enough to do this my way or you don’t. Better desk duty than not knowing who’s standing behind me.”

  Parker sighed. “I presume you know Senator Parker is my father?”

  “Yes, but I don’t hold it against you.” Well, maybe I do.

  Parker smirked. “You’d be the first.”

  “I’m sure being the senator’s daughter has its good points, too.”

  “Of course. I’ve had a privileged life. We lived in a penthouse apartment in Harlem. I went to Brereton Academy, an expensive private school for girls on the Upper East Side, Yale, then Harvard Law. I–”

  “I’m impressed. With an education like that, why become a cop?”

  “I spent close to two years as an ADA in Manhattan and a lot of the time I was angry at losing cases that I thought could have been won. I blamed the police for not making solid cases.” She raised her chin defiantly. “Now I know how difficult it is to make a case, but then…Anyway, my godfather, Captain Jessie Isaacs, pushed me to stop complaining and do something to change the situation. After graduating from the police academy, I requested the two-nine in Harlem and worked the streets until my promotion two weeks ago. That’s it.”

  “Isaacs is a good man.”

  Showing the first sign of relaxing, Parker nodded. “The best.”

  “Why do you want homicide?”

  “People get murdered. Their families lose a mother or father or child. They suffer. Society suffers.” Parker looked down at her hands folded in her lap. “And I’ll be damn good at finding their murderers.”

  “Confident, aren’t we?”

  Eyes narrowed, Parker studied her. “You need me, yet you’re you trying to alienate me. Why?”

  Corelli shrugged. “What do you know about me?”

  “As I said, scuttlebutt and what I read in the newspapers.”

  Lost in thought for a moment, Corelli reached for her braid and gently tugged it. “Some of this is confidential.”

  “I’m trustworthy.”

  “I’m betting on it. Right after I got back from Afghanistan, I was recruited by the FBI and the Chief of Detectives to go undercover to investigate an alleged ring of dirty cops in my old precinct.”

  “The FBI?” Parker looked skeptical. “Everything I’ve heard and read said you were dirty, a member of the ring who got cold feet and blew the whistle on your friends to save yourself.”

  “You’re the daughter of a politician. Is everything written about your daddy true?”

  Parker’s eyebrows shot up.

  “Right. Anyway, I was undercover for three months. Like Afghanistan and Iraq, I was surrounded by the enemy. Unlike those war zones, I was on my own and my friends and acquaintances were the enemy. Their greed and self-righteousness, their violence astounded me. Yet, I had to act like them or be murdered.” She searched Parker’s eyes looking for understanding. “I vomited a couple of times every day, partly from fear, partly from repressed anger and partly from disgust. I was throwing up in the bathroom so often that a couple of female detectives asked if I was pregnant. It was grueling.” Her leg began to vibrate and she stood to quiet it.

  She resented having to justify herself to this dilettante, but Parker was her ticket to working homicides. She sat again and looked Parker in the eye. “I’ve never killed anybody on the job. I killed in Iraq and Afghanistan because I had to. But anyone earmarked to move up in Righteous Partners, the group of renegade officers I was trying to take down, had to kill to prove their loyalty. In fact, it was when they ordered me to murder a drug dealer and his wife and three kids, that I aborted the operation. I had a lot of names, but not all of them, and none of the top echelon. So it was all for nothing. I failed to get all of them. I failed to get any of the leaders.

  “When I told the FBI I was walking, they said they had to protect the investigation and would deny any involvement. That didn’t surprise me. But I was shocked by the department’s pathetic denial of a story about me being one of the bad guys, a story, I might add, leaked by an unnamed source, presumably Righteous Partners. She studied Parker, hoping she hadn’t lost her, and was happy to see her listening, but the look of disdain on her face was not encouraging.

  “It doesn’t make sense. You were just back from Afghanistan, so why would you accept such a risky assignment? You must have known how dangerous investigating other police would be. Didn’t you worry about them killing you, about being ostracized?”

  “I went undercover for all the honest cops like me—and you. I knew I might be killed. I knew I would be ostracized, that it would be hard, but I knew I was doing the right thing.” Besides, at that point I didn’t care if they killed me.

  Parker snorted. “Very noble. You sound like you’re running for office.”

  “Remind you of your daddy, do I?” C
orelli flashed a Mona Lisa smile. “As smarmy as it sounds, it’s the truth. I believe in God, country, family, and doing the right thing.”

  The intensity of Parker’s gaze transfixed her. It felt as if Parker was trying to peer into her soul, to pierce her mind and suck the truth from her bones. Corelli tore her eyes away. “And speaking of doing the right thing, I’d better warn you that working with me won’t be easy. Not just because I’m a pain in the ass but because of the baggage I carry. Word on the street is that they want me dead. I get telephone threats every day, and they’ve already come after me twice. This love note was in one of the cold case folders I was given this morning. Take a look.” She handed it to Parker. “You need to think long and hard about whether you want to be enemy number two on the Righteous Partners’ hit list and whether you can deal with being ostracized along with me.”

  Parker scanned the note. She looked at Corelli. “Is this your way of making the job attractive?”

  She reached for the note. “Just tellin’ it like it is.”

  “Are the damaged face, swollen hand, and limp, by way of Righteous Partners?”

  “They tried to run me down last night.”

  Parker nodded slowly, as if considering the implications. “Not an accident?”

  “No doubt in my mind or the witnesses or the chief’s, which is why he insists I need somebody to watch my back.”

  “Why would they try to kill—”

  “We’re talking scumbag police, Parker,” Corelli said, impatient at having to explain. “Police who crossed the line, who think ripping off drug dealers isn’t stealing and working for the drug king Salazar and killing dealers who compete with him, is acceptable behavior. And worst of all, police who will kill other police to protect their scam.”

  “But you’ve already turned them in.”

  Corelli fought to keep her voice even. “Duh. Are you paying attention, Parker? I didn’t get them all and the ones I missed seem to think I know something that will send them to jail.”

  “Don’t condescend to me. I may be a new detective but I’m not stupid. You dump this thing on me and now you’re grading me? I’ve listened but I don’t need you or this special assignment.”