smaller towns, but you donât get much involved in Boston. Thatâs about it.â
âRight as far as it goes. Problem for us is political.â
âThatâs a surprise.â
âYeah. Everybody starts in uniform on highway patrol. You request investigation, maybe you get assigned to the Bureau of Investigative Services, and maybe, if a DA wants you, you get assigned to a CPAC unitâthatâs Crime Prevention and Control âin a DAâs office.â
âIâm with you so far.â
âWell, in case you havenât been doing a lot of highway driving lately, there ainât a fuck of a lot of troopers of color on the roads. So when I requested investigation, where you figure Iâd be assigned?â
âSomeplace there are a lot of people of color, where a black face on a cop might make a real difference in whether the jury gets to hear the witnesses who saw things go down.â
Cardwell canted his head, reassessing something. âInstead Iâm down here. Know why?â
âPolitics.â
âGood guess. The DA down here is on the outs with the current administration. That means every time one of his investigators gets good enough, the trooper or corporal gets promoted and finds himself riding a sergeantâs desk in a barracks someplace, rearranging patrol patterns instead of looking into homicides and related major action. Guy I replaced seven months agoâs doing that, and if I get good enough, same thingâll happen to me, unless I decline the promotion.â
âSounds pretty counterproductive.â
âIt is. But it helps you appreciate where I stand. And where you stand.â
âAnd whereâs that again?â
âI stand where allegations of police corruption in local departments that support the DA donât get taken at face value, and you stand somewhere out by Montana unless the Nasharbor force tells me to cooperate with you.â
âWhat if I donât ask to read the paperwork or anything. What if I just want to talk a little about the crime scenes themselves?â
Cardwell used a strong hand to rub on his chin. âTry an easy one first.â
âYou see Coyne before they took him away?â
âNo. Nasharbor covered that. I came on it the next morning.â
âAnything about it trouble you?â
Cardwell shook his head. âCoyne was small time. Delivery boy for dirty pictures, videos, and like that.â Without changing his neutral tone, Cardwell said, âMostly kiddie porn. You want to see some of the shit we caught him with?â
âNo thanks.â
Cardwell dipped his chin to his chest. âGood. Makes me sick to think about it.â
âYou think the movies got him killed?â
âDoubt it. Most you could make of it is he steps in something, donât know enough to wipe his shoes before walking through the house, somebody decides he donât get to walk no more. And thatâs if he was hit on purpose. More likely, itâs just bum sticks bum.â
âYou talk to any witnesses?â
âNo. One of Haganâs detectives took a statement from a derelict in the alley. Miracle anybody saw or remembered anything. Statement made things sound pretty typical.â
âYou see Jane Rust?â
âYeah. Walked through the place with Hagan himself. No sign of forced entry, struggle, even anybody else being there. Cocoa in the mug, some ground up pills in another one, someââ
âWait a minute. Two mugs, one with cocoa, and one with the pills?â
âYeah. Like she used the one to drink from and the other to grind them up. You got a problem with that?â
âRust told me that afternoon she couldnât abide pills. I guess I canât see her being that methodical about them. Seems to me sheâd just grind up a couple in a mug, then run the cocoa right in on top. One mug, not two.â
âAssuming she was just trying