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  “Why the hell should we worry about blaming anybody?” Shrader demanded. “We went by the book, we solved the case, and Sam saved the state a fortune in prosecuting and housing that crazy woman in the bedroom who killed Manning.”

  On the television set, the station broke again for the same news bulletin, and McCord picked up the remote control and pressed the off button. He tipped his head back, and Sam watched him carefully choose his phrasing. “In the course of the Manning murder investigation, I personally turned up a wealth of incontrovertible evidence that incriminates members of the NYPD in a long-standing, highly effective vendetta waged against Michael Valente using a variety of illegal measures.” He looked down at them then and said bluntly, “I intend to take this evidence to the mayor, and if he doesn’t act on it—publicly—then I will take it public, myself.”

  Shrader and Womack exchanged unhappy glances, and then Shrader spoke for both of them. “I don’t like to see the department’s dirty laundry hung out in public, Lieutenant. Why can’t you let the department clean this up privately? Hand it over to Internal Affairs, or—”

  “That’s not an option,” McCord informed him curtly. “Valente has been publicly victimized for decades by a high-ranking member of the NYPD and some of his cronies. When a private citizen becomes an intended victim of the department, then that’s not an ‘internal department affair’ anymore—not to me. I want a little public justice here, and then I want a little public revenge. Valente’s entitled to both.”

  “Who’s the official?” Womack asked uneasily.

  “Trumanti,” McCord said flatly, after a pause.

  “Oh, shit,” Womack breathed. “I was afraid you were going to say that.”

  If anything, Womack’s alarm only made Mack look more coldly resolute to Sam. He shrugged and said, “Mayor Edelman inherited Trumanti as commissioner, so he’s not politically tied to him, but after I tell him what I know on the phone, our new mayor may still want to avoid a public scandal involving the NYPD. He may prefer to treat Trumanti’s actions as internal police department business that should be dealt with privately. I’m fairly sure he’ll demand Trumanti’s immediate resignation, but I want more than that.”

  When he stopped there, Womack said, “Exactly, what is it you want?”

  Mack looked at him as if the answer should have been obvious. “I want Trumanti’s bare ass hung in public along with everyone who knowingly collaborated with that crazy, vindictive bastard.”

  “What, exactly, did Trumanti do?”

  “You don’t need to know that.” He broke off because CSU was arriving, and he left Sam with Womack and Shrader while he went to talk to the head of the team.

  “Okay, Littleton, let’s hear it,” Shrader demanded. “Womack and I have a right to know whatever you do. We have a right to know what we’re up against.”

  Hesitating, Sam glanced out the window at the twinkling lights of the city’s majestic skyline. She understood why Mack wanted to shield Womack and Shrader from the details, and she also understood why they felt they had a right to know them. The only thing she wasn’t certain of was whether her decision to tell them sprang mostly from her conviction that Shrader and Womack were right—or whether she couldn’t bear for them to think Mack’s decision to go public was disloyal, unethical, or capricious. Since Mack hadn’t specifically ordered her not to reveal the details, she told Womack and Shrader very quickly about Valente’s unjust manslaughter conviction and everything that Trumanti engineered afterward. When she was finished, they both looked dazed and angry.

  Unfortunately, when Mack returned to the group, he took one look at Shrader’s and Womack’s faces; then he looked straight at her. “You told them,” he said, looking disgusted and disappointed in her.

  Inwardly Sam flinched at his condemning expression, but she nodded. “They needed to understand where you’re coming from.”

  Instead of replying, he looked harshly at all three of them. “Now that you all know the details, it doesn’t change a goddamned thing. What I said before still goes. I don’t need or want your loyalty; what I need is to know that you’re out of the way when the battle begins. I want you to go about your business tomorrow, and I want you to keep your opinions about me, this case, and everything associated with it entirely to yourselves. Got that?” he demanded.

  Shrader nodded reluctantly and so did Womack; then Mack’s stabbing gaze swung to her. “That was an order I just gave you. Don’t mistake it for a request!” he warned her, his jaw hardening.

  Sam had absolutely no intention of following that order if she ever came to a point where she had to choose between loyalty to Mack and her job. Her career, she suddenly realized, was much less important than the ethics involved—and vastly less important than the ethical man she was in love with who was willing to stake everything on what he believed in.

  “I won’t mistake it,” Sam replied quietly.

  He nodded coolly, erroneously believing that having understood his order, Sam would follow it; then he said, “I’m going to phone the mayor. When the three of you leave here, you make no comment to the press.”

  He went into the kitchen and all three of them lingered for ten minutes, but Mack remained there, out of sight and hearing. Finally, Shrader said, “I had the distinct impression he wanted us to leave.”

  Sam had the same impression, but she would have liked to have stayed to hear what Edelman told him.

  “C’mon, Littleton, it may take him an hour just to locate the mayor,” Womack said when she hesitated in the foyer and cast an anxious look in the direction of the kitchen’s empty doorway. “He’s already royally pissed off at you. Let’s get you out of here before he decides to bust you back to Patrol.”

  “I didn’t think he was royally pissed off,” Sam murmured uneasily as she paused outside the apartment door and stepped into her gray suede shoes. She sent a quelling glance at a fresh-faced young officer in the elevator foyer who was elbowing another officer, gesturing to her legs.

  Womack watched her, but his thoughts were still on McCord’s temper. “I’d say he was. In fact, I’d say the only thing that saved your ass was that you saved his ass in a shootout tonight.”

  “Nah,” Shrader argued as they got into the elevator. “He wasn’t as mad as all that; he’s just focused. McCord’s like a freight train right now, roaring down a mountain with no brakes, and Littleton just stepped a little too close to his tracks for a moment.”

  With Womack to one side of her and Shrader on the other, they shouldered their way through the throng of shouting reporters and blinding camera lights aimed at them outside the building.

  Whether Mack was furious with her or not, Sam would have liked to find a way to wait there and watch him talk to the press. Most of all, she would have liked to have stood in the shadows somewhere, silently lending him her support. But whether Mack was simply “focused” or “royally pissed off,” she decided it was probably wisest to do as he’d instructed this time, and go home. Whatever happened, she’d be able to watch it unfold on television.

  Chapter 74

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  Curled up on the sofa in a soft pale blue robe with a satin collar that her mother had given her for Christmas, Sam absently brushed her damp hair while she rewatched the videotape she’d made of Mack’s statement to the press outside the apartment building, and then Mayor Edelman’s statement, which followed an hour after Mack’s.

  Mack had obviously managed to persuade the mayor that Michael Valente was innocent and that the mayor needed to distance himself from Trumanti immediately. Smiling, she watched Edelman make his statement again: “The investigation into Logan Manning’s death reached a sad, but final conclusion tonight when Lieutenant Mitchell McCord and his team interrupted Jane Sebring’s attempt to murder Mrs. Manning at Mrs. Manning’s apartment,” Edelman said. “Before Miss Sebring fired her weapon at the police who’d entered the apartment, apparently she admitted to murdering Logan Manning, as well as psychiatrist Dr. S