The Narrows - Michael Connelly [117]
Alpert had thrown Rachel a look when he said the cat was out of the bag, as if he held her responsible for everything. She thought about revealing what Bosch had just told her but in that instant decided against it. Not yet. Not until she knew more.
“Okay, people, that’s it,” Alpert announced abruptly. “Brass, we’ll see you on the big screen tomorrow morning. Agent Walling, can you stay behind for a moment?”
Rachel watched Brass leave the screen and then it went black, the transmission ended. Alpert then walked up close to the table where Rachel sat.
“Agent Walling?”
“Yes?”
“Your work is done here.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re finished. Go back to your hotel and pack your bags.”
“There’s still a lot to do here. I want to —”
“I don’t care what you want. I want you out of here. You have undermined this investigation since you arrived. Tomorrow morning I want you on the first plane back to wherever it is you come from. Understand?”
“You are making a mistake. I should be a part of —”
“You are making a mistake arguing with me about it. I can’t make it any clearer for you. I want you out of here. Turn in your paperwork and get on a plane.”
She stared at him, trying to communicate all the anger that was behind her eyes. He held a hand up as if to ward something off.
“Be careful what you say. It could come back to bite you on the ass.”
Rachel swallowed back her anger. She spoke in a controlled and calm voice.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Alpert looked like his eyes might pop out of his head. He turned and waved Dei out of the room. He then turned back to Rachel and waited for the sound of the door closing.
“Excuse me? What did you just say?”
“I said I am not going anywhere. I am staying on this case. Because if you put me on a plane, I won’t go back to South Dakota. I’ll go to D.C. headquarters and right into the Office of Professional Responsibility to file on you.”
“For what? What are you going to file?”
“You’ve used me as bait since the beginning. Without my knowledge or consent.”
“You don’t know what you are talking about. Go ahead. Go to the OPR. They’ll laugh you back to the Badlands and put you down for another ten years out there.”
“Cherie made a mistake and then you did, too. When I called in from Clear she asked me why we took Bosch’s car. Then in the hangar you did the same thing. You knew I had gone up there in Bosch’s car. I started thinking about that and then I figured out why. You put a GPS tag on my car. I went underneath it tonight and found it. Standard bureau issue, even has the code label still on it. There will be a record of who checked it out.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“Well, I’m sure the OPR will be able to figure it out. My guess is Cherie will help them. I mean if I were her I wouldn’t tie my career to you. I’d tell the truth. That you brought me out here as bait, that you thought I would draw Backus out. I bet you had a shadow team on me the whole time. There will be a record of that, too. What about my phone and my hotel room? Did you bug them?”
Rachel saw Alpert’s eyes change. He went inward, his mind no longer consumed by her accusations but by the future consequences of an ethics complaint and investigation. She saw him recognize his own doom. One agent bugging and following another agent, using her as unwitting bait in a high-stakes gamble. Under the current climate of media scrutiny and bureau-wide avoidance of any controversy, his actions wouldn’t hold up. It would be he who would