several feet back. âSarge knows he works with a bunch of detectives. If he didnât want us reading his paperwork, he should lock it up in his desk.â
âWould that keep you out?â Mac asked.
âProbably not. I have a key to his desk too.â Philly went back to reading. âWhereâs Grandpaâgetting his dress blues altered for his retirement gala?â
âKevin? I donât know.â Mac didnât think it appropriate to discuss his partnerâs business, whatever it might be. He sat on the edge of the desk and folded his arms. âI think Iâll page Sergeant Evans and bring him up to speed on our case. You want to talk to him when he calls in, Phil?â
âYou tell him Iâm in here, Junior, and Iâll string you up.â Philly suppressed a grin as he stood up and poked Mac in the chest with his thick index finger. âIâd like to get out of here on time today without Frank loading up a bunch of admin junk on me.â
Mac grabbed Phillyâs fingers and, with a half-hearted attempt, tried to twist him into an arm bar. He underestimated the strength in Phillyâs forearms and found himself in a choke hold instead.
âDonât try that ninja stuff on me, kid.â Philly licked his finger and stuck it in Macâs ear before letting him go. âIâll let you off with a wet willy this time; next time I go for the wedgie.â
âI give, I give.â Mac raised his hands in surrender, mainly because the exertion had left Philly red-faced and panting. âNow go sit down before you pass out on me. Iâm calling Sarge, but I wonât mention that you were in here.â
âGood. I owe you one.â Philly slapped Mac on the back as he walked to his own office.
Mac went out to his cubicle, closing the door behind him.
Wonder what all that was about? And that remark about Kevin retiringâwas that just Phillyâs attempt at humor, or did he know something Mac didnât? Mac had said he wouldnât tell Frank about Phillyâs snooping, but he hadnât said he wouldnât tell Kevinâor Eric, for that matter. For a detective, Mac sure was having a hard time figuring out his coworkers.
PETE CALLED AT TWO-FIFTEEN. âGood news and bad news, Mac. I lifted latent prints from the duct tape, but AFIS didnât come back with a match for them. The prints came back on our victim, though. The guy is an escaped con from the Nevada State Pen. Nameâs Gerald Norton. Heâs got a rap sheet a mile long.â
Pete promised to fax over the information. In the meantime, Mac got on the phone with the Nevada State Department of Corrections and got a lot more information than heâd expected.
After hanging up, Mac retrieved the fax and scanned the report as he made his way back to his desk. He literally bumped into Kevin when he rounded the last corner.
âHey, partner. Iâm glad youâre back.â Mac waved the paper at him. âGot the results from Pete and have been on the horn to our buddies in Nevada.â
âGood timing.â Kevin motioned him toward his office. âHave you been in touch with Sarge?â
âTried to a while ago, but he wasnât in his office.â
âOkay, give me the info and weâll let Frank know what we have.â
âWe were right about the tattoos. The victimâs name is Gerald Norton, an escaped con from the Nevada State Pen.â
Kevin sat in his swivel chair and leaned back, placing his feet on the desk and crossing his legs at the ankle. âWhat was he in for?â
Mac lowered himself into the straight-backed chair across from Kevin. âAccording to the report, Norton has a lengthy Computerized Criminal History for drugs, guns, and person crimes. Heâs the real deal, Kev. Looks like a pretty violent dude. The feds tagged him as an armed career criminal back in 1996 after a number of robberies and assaults,