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to talk about this?"
"Yes, we have to. Jody is alive, Alexa. He called me last night. He told me he was working UC on some high-profile case, said he was 'doing doors' on predicate felons and that the department had supplied him with a new ID and faked his death so that his crew wouldn't get busted by moles in the Clerical Division. In Payroll. They're actually paying death benefits to the wives of the guys in his unit. That's how they're getting their police salaries."
She sat there, with anger in her eyes. At least the dead indifference had disappeared. Anything was better than that. "How would the y e ver pull that off?" she said. "The department isn't going to be involved in cops doing felonies, committing crimes to get criminals, then faking death payments, Shane. That's the most insane thing I've ever heard."
"Not Tony Filosiani, but the old department. Chief Brewer might have done it, or Deputy Chief Mayweather, before he killed himself to avoid jail. This thing predates Filosiani. It started back with Chief Brewer. Mayweather was head of Special Investigations Section. He was supervising the Criminal Intelligence Group and the Organized Crime Division. Do you, for a minute, put it past him to recruit a buncha walk-alones out of SIS or some of those testosterone cases from SWAT, guys who wouldn't mind scoring points the old-fashioned way? You know Mayweather might have sanctioned a group like that."
"And put it under Mark Shephard, a decent, honest cop?"
"Yeah, maybe," Shane said softly.
"No fucking way. Mark wouldn't do that."
"Okay, Alexa, we also need to talk about you and Mark. I know this is a shitty time for it, but I'm sensing more than professional respect here." His hand was back in his pocket, tightly gripping the little box containing Alexa's perfect VS-1, two-carat engagement ring. He knew she wouldn't lie. The answer to this question might determine whether the ring would ever end up on the third finger of her left hand. "Was there more going on there?" he asked, his voice tight.
Alexa sighed, and took a sip of coffee. She seemed to be steeling herself in preparation for Shane's reaction. "You're right. Mark and I were more than just friends," she said quietly.
The sentence arced around inside him like loose volts of electricity. His right hand flinched; his stomach rumbled dangerously, threatening to erupt.
"We used to date. Nobody in the department knew, because he wanted it that way. He was a commander; I was a sergeant.. . A nd two years ago he asked me to marry him. I turned him down, but I came close, Shane. I almost said yes."
"And why didn't you?" He was numb with this, not thinking, just reacting.
"I didn't marry him because something told me not to.... Something told me that even though I found him extremely attractive and sexy, even though he was sweet and considerate, and had a great sense of humor--"
"Okay, okay. I get the point," he interrupted. "Go on."
"Something told me that he was close, but not the one. In the end, I respected him a lot but didn't love him quite enough."
"And so, when he asked you to take over as his XO at Detective Services Group, that was his chance to be around you so he could get the romance going again."
"Maybe he saw it that way. I can't speak for him.. . B ut I told him I was seeing you and that I wasn't looking to have an affair with m y c ommanding officer. I wouldn't consider sleeping with the boss on management principles alone. Mark said he understood but wanted me there anyway because I was the best person for the job. And, dammit Shane, I think I am. "
Shane sat there, inert, unable to find the right words to express his emotions.
"I won't deny I had strong feelings for him," she went on. "I still do. I'm sorry I lost it at the crime scene. That was unprofessional. It just hit me hard. I wasn't ready to see him that way."
"It's okay," Shane said, but it wasn't. He had almost crushed the little box in his pocket. He didn't expect Alexa to
"Yes, we have to. Jody is alive, Alexa. He called me last night. He told me he was working UC on some high-profile case, said he was 'doing doors' on predicate felons and that the department had supplied him with a new ID and faked his death so that his crew wouldn't get busted by moles in the Clerical Division. In Payroll. They're actually paying death benefits to the wives of the guys in his unit. That's how they're getting their police salaries."
She sat there, with anger in her eyes. At least the dead indifference had disappeared. Anything was better than that. "How would the y e ver pull that off?" she said. "The department isn't going to be involved in cops doing felonies, committing crimes to get criminals, then faking death payments, Shane. That's the most insane thing I've ever heard."
"Not Tony Filosiani, but the old department. Chief Brewer might have done it, or Deputy Chief Mayweather, before he killed himself to avoid jail. This thing predates Filosiani. It started back with Chief Brewer. Mayweather was head of Special Investigations Section. He was supervising the Criminal Intelligence Group and the Organized Crime Division. Do you, for a minute, put it past him to recruit a buncha walk-alones out of SIS or some of those testosterone cases from SWAT, guys who wouldn't mind scoring points the old-fashioned way? You know Mayweather might have sanctioned a group like that."
"And put it under Mark Shephard, a decent, honest cop?"
"Yeah, maybe," Shane said softly.
"No fucking way. Mark wouldn't do that."
"Okay, Alexa, we also need to talk about you and Mark. I know this is a shitty time for it, but I'm sensing more than professional respect here." His hand was back in his pocket, tightly gripping the little box containing Alexa's perfect VS-1, two-carat engagement ring. He knew she wouldn't lie. The answer to this question might determine whether the ring would ever end up on the third finger of her left hand. "Was there more going on there?" he asked, his voice tight.
Alexa sighed, and took a sip of coffee. She seemed to be steeling herself in preparation for Shane's reaction. "You're right. Mark and I were more than just friends," she said quietly.
The sentence arced around inside him like loose volts of electricity. His right hand flinched; his stomach rumbled dangerously, threatening to erupt.
"We used to date. Nobody in the department knew, because he wanted it that way. He was a commander; I was a sergeant.. . A nd two years ago he asked me to marry him. I turned him down, but I came close, Shane. I almost said yes."
"And why didn't you?" He was numb with this, not thinking, just reacting.
"I didn't marry him because something told me not to.... Something told me that even though I found him extremely attractive and sexy, even though he was sweet and considerate, and had a great sense of humor--"
"Okay, okay. I get the point," he interrupted. "Go on."
"Something told me that he was close, but not the one. In the end, I respected him a lot but didn't love him quite enough."
"And so, when he asked you to take over as his XO at Detective Services Group, that was his chance to be around you so he could get the romance going again."
"Maybe he saw it that way. I can't speak for him.. . B ut I told him I was seeing you and that I wasn't looking to have an affair with m y c ommanding officer. I wouldn't consider sleeping with the boss on management principles alone. Mark said he understood but wanted me there anyway because I was the best person for the job. And, dammit Shane, I think I am. "
Shane sat there, inert, unable to find the right words to express his emotions.
"I won't deny I had strong feelings for him," she went on. "I still do. I'm sorry I lost it at the crime scene. That was unprofessional. It just hit me hard. I wasn't ready to see him that way."
"It's okay," Shane said, but it wasn't. He had almost crushed the little box in his pocket. He didn't expect Alexa to
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