Hang on. Whatâll I tell Salter? Iâve just finished explaining to him why he should take it easy.â
âTell him the whole thing, exactly what his real assignment is, taking the heat off Marinelliâheâll know that, anyway. Heâll be happy to have something to do. Itâs not as if he could screw up his career at this point, is it?â
âThatâs it. Heâs the only one around here with nothing to lose. Shall I tell him that?â
âI think he probably knows it. Donât make a big deal of it.â Orliff stood up. âGregsonâs going to a lot of trouble over Flora Lucas, isnât he? You ever notice that when you have a politician who is completely honest and public-spirited, the way they are supposed to be, everyone talks about their honesty and unselfishness, like itâs a miracle. Now you can hear peopleâs voices getting hushed when they mention Flora Lucas. Maybe thatâs what gets Gregson. Maybe sheâs his good deed. His real pro bono.â
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The next morning, Marinelli listened carefully to Mackenzieâs suggestion. âI thought weâd just agreed to leave Salter out in the pasture.â
âItâs different now with this reporter sniffing around.â
âYou think this sister will be the next attorney general?â
âEverybody does. And things might get warm around here just with this goddamn reporter.â
âWill you make an announcement?â
âWhat about? No, shit, no. Iâll just put the word out. I wonât even mention Salter by name. A senior investigator, Iâll call him. Whatâll you tell Stevenson?â
âI donât have to explain myself to Stevenson. It looks kind of sudden, though. Iâll tell them heâs the window-dressing to satisfy some politician.â Marinelli smiled. âI could kill two birds here. Iâve got a new man I havenât teamed up with anyone yet. He needs a wise old mentor to break him in.â
âThat doesnât sound like Salter.â
âHe is old, by our standards, and heâs nobodyâs fool, is he?â
âStill, âWise old mentorâ? Salter? Donât tell him that. â
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Orliffâs ideas were always clear as he explained them, but the deputy chief often found that in going over Orliff. suggestions later, he could not think through the possible ramifications. He kept losing track. In this case he felt uneasy about telling Salter the whole truth about Gregsonâs intercession, because Salter might ask if Marinelli knew it, and he wasnât sure what he would say. And should he tell Marinelli that Salter had been told? Mackenzie was no Machiavelli, nor was he
meant to be. Just give Salter the direct assignment, he decided.
âNow, Salter,â he said when he found him. âDonât go behind my orders, all right? Iâm assigning you to Marinelli to help out with the Lucas case. All right? Donât get into it with Marinelli.â
âWhat are you talking about, sir?â Salter asked, genuinely mystified.
âNever mind. Just report to Marinelli. Take it from there.â
Heâs up to something, Salter thought, but what do I care? Iâve got the job. He said, âI could start this afternoon.â
âDo that.â Mackenzie nodded. âGive me anything else youâre working on.â
âHe doesnât mind?â
âMarinelli? He looked happy to me.â
âHeâs probably happy to have someone take the shit. This might be politically sensitive.â
âThatâs the thing, Charlie,â agreed the deputy chief, relieved to be on easier, more truthful ground. âIf it was easy, Marinelli would have done it. It may not be doable.â
âThen I canât lose, can I?â
âThatâs the way to look at it. Marinelliâs waiting for you in his office.â Mackenzie considered briefly