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pitch.
Here it went.
Some cops talk about wanting to make a difference. I guess I would say that
I believe I can do more good than harm, and that s a reasonable objective. I
want to come back on the force but in a limited capacity. I d like to work the
Major Case Squad, but outside of the regular rotation. Specific assignments
only. I ve been consulting on the Kennedy Center and Connecticut Avenue murder
cases already, and if any of this is agreeable to you, it would be a seamless
reentry for me. I know the team, and I think I could be an asset.
Hoover laughed out loud. I ve heard some pretty good speeches in here, but
that one goes on the short list. He pointed at me. You know you can afford
to be this cocky cause you know damn well I m gonna say yes.
Just figured I d lay it out there.
He stood up, and so did I. Well, the answer is yes. Let me have Arlene call
recruiting, and I ll speak to the superintendent myself. We ll work something
out.
Superintendent of Detectives Ramon Davies, I knew, would be my boss on the
Major Case Squad. Davies was above Thor Richter, and if I could get this
investigation taken out of Richter s supervision, we d be able to move a lot
more freely on it.
I think I just cashed in every chit I ve got, I said, shaking Terrence
Hoover s hand again.
It ll be good to have you on this one, he said. I hear they re calling him
the Audience Killer.
Since I had come up with the name, I was tempted to smile but didn t.
Audience Killer, huh? I guess that sounds about right.
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Chapter 40
IHOOKED UP with Bree and Sampson back at the Daly Building that evening. I d
already been given an office there, and it was doubling as a nerve center for
the Audience Killer case. It felt a little like a college dorm room, with the
three of us crammed in there together.
I d never worked this way before, quite so cooperatively. There was no
tension about our roles, though, no debating how the work would get done.
There was just the case. And, of course, the proximity of Bree s long legs and
other parts, her fetching looks, and so on and so forth.
She was searching through the drawers for something when I came in. Sampson
stood behind her, reading a file on the desk over her shoulder.
Check this out. He held up a mug shot. Meet Ashton Cooley.
What s his deal? I asked, glancing at the file upside down from where I
stood.
Ashton is a stage name, Sampson said. He tried out for, butdidn t get ,
Matthew Jay Walker s part in that sci-fi play at the Kennedy. The producers
went with the big Hollywood name over the local talent. Typical, right?
That could piss you right the hell off, Bree contributed. Don t you think
so? I do.
I took the picture and looked at it. The actor was in his twenties, white,
dark-haired, kind of pouty-looking.
I m guessing a lot of actors would have wanted that part. Play could ve been
headed for Broadway, I said.
Sure, Sampson said. But how many of them were suspects in aprevious
homicide?
Chapter 41
SAMPSON WAS WORKING another murder case in the projects, so Bree and I went
to see the actor. We cut over to Massachusetts Avenue, then up Sixteenth
Street to Cooley s Mount Pleasant address. The neighborhood is still
remembered for the 1991 riots, sparked by charges of anti-Hispanic racism
among DC s black cops.
Cooley, I read on the way over, had been and technically still was the
primary suspect in the shooting death of a girlfriend, Amanda Diaz, two years
earlier. The DA had been forced to give it up for lack of evidence, but
apparently it had been a close call.
Cooley still lived in the same apartment where the shooting took place. Not
the sentimental type, I guess.
The apartment was on the second floor, above a Central American grocery, in a
building not yet reached by any neighborhood-improvement effort. Bree and I
took the stairs and arrived at a dank, tiled hallway with one translucent
window at the far end.
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Cooley s was the middle of three metal-faced apartment doors. We knocked and
waited.
Yeah, who is it? I m busy.
Mr. Cooley, I m Detective Cross, here with Detective Stone from the MPD.
To my surprise, the door flew open, and he ushered us inside. Get in, get
in.
Bree scratched her ear and gave me a look.
Do you have some particular concern about the police being seen at your
door? she asked.
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