walked in and shut the door behind him. When he shuffled his feet nervously, Lloyd said, âLooking for me or the Dutchman, Walt?â
âYou,â Perkins said.
Lloyd pointed to a chair. Perkins ignored it. âI checked with the squad,â he said. âHerzog always worked alone. A lot of the men wanted to work with him because of his rep, but Jack always nixed it. He used to joke that ninety-five percent of all vice cops were alcoholics. He â¦â Perkins faltered as Lloyd came alive with tension. The sandy-haired man was not a cop.
Perkins shuffled his feet again, drawing figure eights on the floor. âLloyd, I donât want I.A.D. nosing around the squad.â
âWhy?â Lloyd asked. âThe worst youâll get is a reprimand. Vice commanders have been working Herzog off the payroll for years. Itâs common knowledge.â
âItâs not that.â
âThen what is it?â
Perkins ceased his figure eights and forced himself to stare at Lloyd. âItâs you. I know the whole story of what happened with you last year. I got it straight from a deputy chief. I admire you for what you did, thatâs not it. Itâs just that I know the promotion board has a standing order not to ever promote you or Dutch, and Iââ
Lloydâs peripheral vision throbbed with black. Swallowing to keep his voice down, he said, âAnd you want me to sit on this? A brother officer murdered?â
Shaking his head and lowering his eyes, Perkins whispered, âNo. I paid off a clerk at Personnel Records. Heâs going to carry Herzog present for another week or so, then report him missing. Thereâll be an investigation.â
Lloyd kicked out at a metal wastebasket, sending a mound of wadded paper onto Perkinsâs pantslegs. The lieutenant flinched back into the door and brought his eyes up. âThe born-agains in I.A.D. have a hard-on for you, Hopkins. Gaffaney especially. Youâre a great cop, but you donât give a fuck about other cops and the people close to you get hurt. Look at what youâve done to Dutch Peltz. Can you blame me for wanting to cover my ass?â
Lloyd released the hands he had coiled into fists. âItâs all a trade-off. Youâre an administrator, Iâm a hunter. Youâre a well liked superior officer, which means that the guys you command are shaking down hookers for head jobs and ripping off dope dealers for their shit and slopping up free booze all over Hollywood. Iâm not so well liked, and I get strange, scary ideas sometimes. But Iâm willing to pay the price and you arenât. So donât judge me. And get out of the way if you donât want to get hurt, because Iâm seeing this thing through.â
Lloyd pretended to fiddle with the papers on Dutchâs desk. The second he averted his eyes, Perkins slipped out the door.
An hour later, when the last remnants of twilight dissolved into night, Lloyd drove to Jackie D.âs bar. The barman he had talked to two nights before was on duty and the place was still empty. The barman had the same weary look and automatically put down a napkin as Lloyd took a seat at the bar, shaking his head and saying, âNo mercy. The ginger ale drinkers always return. There is no mercy.â
âWhatâs the complaint this time?â Lloyd asked.
âWet T-shirt contest next door. First I gotta compete with free booze, now I gotta compete with free tits. I heard the guy who owns that puspocket is gonna throw in female mud wrestling, maybe female bush shaving, maybe female dick measuring, make a bundle and go into something stable like pushing heroin. No mercy!â
âIsnât his liquor license up for suspension, too?â
âYeah, but heâs young and heâs got the chutzpah to think big and diversify. You know, a forty-story swingersâ condo shaped like a dick, with an underground garage shaped like a snatch.