Dino walked through the detectives’ squad room at the 19th Precinct, tapped one of his people on the shoulder and motioned toward his office. He settled behind his desk and watched the new detective walk toward him.
“Have a seat,” he said. “How tall are you?”
“Six foot, two, Boss.”
“How long you had the gold shield?”
“Three weeks, Boss.”
“You don’t have to call me ‘Boss’ all the time, just sometimes. Try Dino.”
“Three weeks, Dino.”
“How would you like to do a little undercover work?”
The detective’s eyes brightened. “I’d love it, Boss. Uh, Dino.”
“You know why I picked you for this assignment?”
The detective looked thoughtful for a moment. “Does it have something to do with how tall I am?”
“That, and how beautiful you are,” Dino said. “And I don’t mean that in a sexual harrassment way. What’s your first name, Detective?”
“Willa.”
“As in Willa she or won’ta she?”
“Gee, I hadn’t heard that one before, Dino. Uh, Boss. What kind of undercover are we talking about?”
“The dangerous kind.”
“Goes with the territory, I guess.”
“Let me explain, Willa. There’s a corpse out in New Jersey, a very beautiful, six-foot, three-inch woman, and it has only recently been reunited with its head. It’s very likely that she was murdered by someone sent by a man named Devlin Daltry.”
“The sculptor?”
“If you’ve heard of the guy you’re a lot more artsy-fartsy than I am. Yeah, the sculptor. The guy has a history of obsessing over women, stalking them and doing violence to other men who are interested in them. He’s not a very big guy, but he seems to have a thing for tall women who are also beautiful.”
“I get the picture,” Willa said.
“I want you to study up on him, then place yourself in his way and see what happens.”
Willa straightened her skirt and looked uncomfortable. “Do I have to fuck him?”
“Of course not. Do you think I would order a detective to fuck somebody in the line of duty?”
She thought about it for a moment. “I guess not.”
“That would be very unprofessional, even if it was a good idea in the context of the thing.”
“Are you saying, unofficially, that it might be a good idea for me to fuck him?”
“Are you wearing a wire or something?”
“No, Boss.”
“That sounds like the kind of question somebody who was wearing a wire would ask.”
“I’m not. You want to search me?”
“We’re not going there, Detective. All I’m saying is that you have a certain amount of personal discretion in how you handle this. Suffice it to say, if you’re ever asked in court whether you fucked him, the answer had better be an emphatic no. Never mind what Daltry says.”
“I think I get the picture.”
“Good. Just remember that I ordered you never to fuck him.”
“You did? I missed that.”
“Well, I’m ordering you now, just in case you’re ever asked about that in court.”
“Got it.”
“You’re going to need to wear a wire.”
“All right.”
“The new equipment is very good: hard to detect and it works like a charm.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
“You can actually wear the microphone in your hair, in a whatayacallit.”
“A barrette?”
“Yeah, that. Or even glued to your scalp, under your hair.”
“So, even if I took all my clothes off, I would still be wired?”
“That’s an extreme example, but yes.”
“What is it we want to learn about Daltry? Whether he had the woman killed?”
“Somehow I don’t think he’s going to confess to you. What we want to know is who he got to do it. The guy cut off this woman’s head in a fit of rage, and that doesn’t square with a hired pro. Maybe it’s somebody who’s Daltry’s friend, or something. We’re looking for suspects so we can work their alibis and see who was available to run out to New Jersey and commit this heinous act.”
“How soon do I start?”
“Just as soon as you’ve researched Daltry.”
“I can do that in a few minutes, on the Internet.”
“Okay, this evening, then.”
“What am I going to have for backup?”
“I’m putting four detectives on this. Who’s your partner? I forget.”
“Bernstein.”
“And what’s your last name again?”
“Bernstein.”
“You’re not married to your partner, are you?”
“Nope. No relation.”
“Okay, Bernstein and four other detectives.”
“Do I get to choose?”
“I get to choose.”
“Who do you choose, Boss?”
“You get started on the Internet thing, and I’ll see who doesn’t have enough work to do.”
“Can I make a request?”
“Maybe.”
“Can I have another woman as one of the four?”
“Why?”
“Because I think a woman who was listening to me on a wire might understand better what I’m thinking than a bunch of guys. She could also cover me in, say, a bar without attracting attention. Cops have a way of looking like cops.”
“You’ve got a point. Okay, pick one of the other women in the squad.”
“Shelly Pointer.”
“Okay, you’ve got Pointer; you can have her partner, too. Go tell her.”
“Thanks, Boss.” Detective Willa Bernstein got up and left.
She found Detective Shelly Pointer in the ladies’ room. Pointer was an attractive, cafe-au-lait black woman of average height with a better-than-average body. “Hey, Shelly.”
“Hey, Willa.”
“You and I have got an assignment.”
“What, together?”
“Yeah.”
“What about my partner?”
“He’s on it, too.”
“What’s the assignment?”
“You ever heard of Devlin Daltry?”
“The sculptor?”
“Right.”
“Sure.”
“He’s suspected of persuading somebody to cut off a girl’s head. Bacchetti wants me to find out who he got to do it.”
“Do you have to fuck him?”
“I don’t think Bacchetti cares one way or the other, but if I do, I’m supposed to deny it. I’ll be wearing a wire, and I want you on the other end of it, not just a bunch of guys.”
“When do we start?”
“Right now. Let’s get on the Internet and see what we can find out about Daltry.”
“Lead the way.”
The two women headed toward Willa’s desk and her computer.
“Willa,” Pointer said, “are you going to fuck him?”
“Shelly, I don’t even know if he’s nice yet.”