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her arms around her knees, and stared off into the distance.
    “In the end, I’ll always be the cop who killed a child,” she said hollowly. “No matter who I was before or who I become after, that’s who I will be.”
    “To who? You?”
    “I pulled the trigger, Alex. That’s what they’ll write after I die.”
    “I empathize with the pain and regret you must be feeling, but you don’t know what the future holds for you. None of us do.”
    She blinked slowly, said, “There is a way to know your future for certain.”
    That got my attention and concern. “Have you thought about that, Tess?”
    Aaliyah took a big breath and then shook her head. “No. Not really.”
    “Not really?”
    “Not at all. I’m just trying to find a way to process this, you know?”
    There was little conviction in the detective’s voice, and she appeared preoccupied.
    “Are you sleeping?” I asked.
    “Some days it’s all I do.”
    “Self-medicating? Alcohol? Drugs?”
    “Honestly, I wish they’d work, but they don’t, so I don’t.”
    “When does the civil suit go to trial?”
    Aaliyah continued to avoid eye contact. “I don’t know what they expect to get from me. This has already cost me everything.”
    I continued to watch her, thinking about the flat affect in her voice and expression, the defeated way the detective was holding herself, and some of the statements she’d made, especially talking about herself in the past tense.
    “Tess, I think I’d feel more comfortable if, for your own safety, we take you somewhere to get a proper, in-depth evaluation of your current condition.”
    Aaliyah raised her head for the first time in many minutes, gazed dully at me, and said, “I’m nowhere near the padded room.”
    “Given what you’ve been through, suicidal ideations are cause for serious concern, Tess. This could be a medical issue that—”
    “No one’s putting me in a psych ward,” Aaliyah said, getting to her feet angrily. “Least of all me.”
    “Tess—”
    “Sorry,” she said, heading for the door. “I thought I could trust you and I was wrong. Good-bye, Dr. Cross.”
    After a long look at the situation I came to a decision, grabbed my jacket, went outside, and hailed a cab.

CHAPTER
19
    WE PULLED UP in front of the DC Police Union building twenty minutes later. I paid the cabbie, went inside, and asked to see William Roth.
    Did I have a meeting set up with Mr. Roth? the receptionist asked. No. Had I tried to call him? I’d thought it was a dire enough situation to come down to talk with Mr. Roth in person. It wasn’t until I told him it might be a matter of life and death that he called upstairs.
    Mr. Roth was in an important meeting, the receptionist told me after hanging up the phone.
    “You didn’t explain the gravity of the situation. Call back.”
    The receptionist rolled his eyes, snatched up the phone again, and dialed. “He says break into the meeting. It’s that important,” he told someone.
    The receptionist waited, waited, and then hung up and said, “Go on up, third floor, second door on the right. Roth’s not happy.”
    “I don’t care,” I said, and I took the stairs up.
    I knocked on the door and then entered an anteroom with a very irritated secretary at her desk. “Mr. Roth has been working for this meeting for six months,” she said.
    “Would it matter if someone you cared about was in danger?”
    “Well,” she said, flustered. “I suppose so.”
    “Where’s Roth?”
    “Roth’s right here,” said a flushed, bald man who appeared in the open doorway behind the secretary. “This better be good. I’ve got people at the table I never expected to—”
    “It’s Tess Aaliyah,” I said, walking past the secretary into Roth’s office. “You’re her rep, correct?”
    “Aaliyah?” Roth said with mild disdain. “Dear God, what’s she done now?”
    “You sent her to me this morning for an evaluation. I believe she’s depressed and possibly