union beef?
I dont know. And frankly that theorys least likely. But its one of those nothings Id like to be able to prove.
Virginia McFee shot daggers at Shapiro when he said that. The mayor wondered if she knew that the filler pump on her Mont Blanc could, if pressed right, squirt ink across the table and all over Shapiros white shirt.
Charlie turned to the NYPD guys. From your point of view?
Police Commissioner John Finns voice was the kind of soft rumble that can be heard over every other sound on a crowded street. Well, of course, he said, if it turns out theyre just accidents preventable or otherwise it wont be NYPDs territory. Right now, because the Winston woman died and foul plays still a possibility, were investigating. Luis Perez from Bronx Homicide is the lead. He can liaise with DOIs people.
Shapiro nodded. He didnt offer the name of DOIs lead investigator in return. Why? Charlie wondered, hoping he wasnt seeing the beginning of a pissing match between Shapiro and Finn.
Mayor?
That was Greg Lowry. Charlie turned to him. Mr. Lowry?
Just one thing, Mayor. Id like DOI to look into the site crews, too.
Three Stars people? Its a little outside DOIs jurisdiction. What are you thinking?
Im thinking, if theres anything to find, it would be good if everyone saw DOI in on finding it.
Charlie nodded. John? You have any objections?
No, of course not, said Finn, though of course he did and of course Charlie knew it. Thered be pissing and moaning at One Police Plaza when Finn sent the order down the line.
Okay, do it, Charlie told Lowry. Stop frowning, Mark. Think outside the box. Your IG just had a good idea and your mandate is whatever I say it is. All right, people. He stood and peered down the table. The possibilities Shapiro had articulated three accidents, preventable or otherwise; or sabotage werent new. Charlie had thought of them all, and doubtless so had everyone else. But theyd had to be spoken aloud. Theyd had to be on the record.
Now they were.
This is it, he said. We went through bullshit like this three years ago and it almost brought us down. Thats not going to happen again. I have a press conference in four hours and I want to have something to say. I can tell them were looking into this tragic death but wed damn well better be. If theres anything to find and the Post finds it first, every single one of you can kiss his or her ass goodbye.
Turning his back on the meeting, he strode through the door to his office and pulled it closed behind him.
If there was anything Charlie Barr had down, it was how to make an entrance and an exit.
CHAPTER
9
Hearts Content
Anns voice flared: Why the hell didnt you tell me when you were getting out?
Joe turned to her. The blue of Anns eyes was unequal, right a shade darker than left; but unless you were bold enough to stare straight into them as not many men were youd think youd imagined it. Youd think the oddness was in you, not Ann.
Shit, Ann, he said. He sipped his coffee, strong and bitter. Maybe because I didnt want you to know?
You think thats okay? After all this?
All what?
Did she mean the icy moment, three years ago, when from her hed learned about the shoring collapse on the Dolan Construction site and the death of little Ashley Moss: the moment that instantly and forever cut his life into before and after?
Or did she mean the shock of his arrest, the surreality of his trial, the sinking certainty of his conviction?
Or his divorce, uncontested but never for an instant unregretted? The ceaseless edginess, the round-the-clock clamor of the cellblock? The calendar days crossed off, each with a slow, identical line?
Of all that, what could she mean?
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Joe Cole wasnt the Buildings Department inspector whod taken cash to overlook bad shoring, or the Dolan Construction