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sure their jackets are complete—criminal records search, education and financial summaries, job evals—all of it.”
    “Done.”
    “Watts and I will arrange surveillance on both of them. It’ll be tricky, because they’re likely to be suspicious after the arrests this weekend. They’ll be looking for something out of the ordinary.” She glanced at Watts. “You and I should be the ones sitting on them, at least in the beginning.”
    He pursed his lips. “Can’t do it 24-7.”
    “Agreed, but I think it’s safe to assume they’re not likely to have contact with anyone during the day. So we’ll start with night tails.”
    “You’re the boss.”
    “During the day, Watts,” Rebecca went on pointedly, “I want you to go back over everything you can find in Jimmy Hogan’s files. If Avery Clark is back in the picture, and Jimmy Hogan was one of his undercover agents, then the Justice Department thinks there’s still something here to find. And I think whatever that is, it’s what got Jimmy…and Jeff…killed.” Her eyes were a flat, hard blue, as impenetrable as the surface of a bottomless well. “And I know that Avery Clark is not going to tell us. He’s hoping to wait in the wings again while we dig out the information he’s interested in. But this time, we aren’t handing it over.”
    Her remark prompted a chorus of damn rights and a single, harsh no fucking way from Watts.
    “Anything else?” Rebecca asked, looking around the table. When no one spoke, she bumped her fist lightly on the table top. “Right, then. Let’s do it.”
    As the team dispersed, Rebecca approached Sandy. “Got a minute?”
    “Not really.” Sandy indicated Mitchell, who was pale and shaking, with a tilt of her chin. “I think the rookie oughtta be in bed.”
    “I’ll take her upstairs and get her settled,” Jason offered.
    Sandy looked as if she wanted to refuse, but she finally shrugged. “Whatever.”
    “Let’s go for a walk,” Rebecca said, leading the way to the elevator.
    They rode down in silence with Watts. Once outside, she and Sandy headed toward the waterfront while Watts walked west after mumbling goodbye.
    “Cold?” Rebecca asked.
    Sandy shook her head, although she wore only a short, tight red vinyl jacket that did not close across her small breasts. Her nipples stood out starkly under the nearly sheer top.
    “You look cold.”
    “I’m not.” Sandy’s voice held the barest edge of annoyance. She shot Rebecca a look out of the corner of her eye. “Okay, maybe I am a little.”
    Rebecca hooked her fingers beneath Sandy’s elbow and tugged her into a coffee shop on Front Street. They navigated the narrow path between the counter and a single row of tables until they reached the last table in the rear. On the way, Rebecca held up two fingers and asked for coffee. A minute later they sat with steaming cups cradled between their palms.
    “I need you to find Trudy,” Rebecca said, referring to the young dancer-cum-prostitute who had been with Sandy in the porn studio the night of the arrests. “We haven’t been able to find her since she left the ER the other night.”
    “Can you blame her?” Sandy said bitterly. “First she ends up going down on that pig for the camera, and then she gets caught in the middle of your raid. Watts drags her off to the hospital, where some doctor takes her clothes away and pokes and scrapes her everywhere.” Sandy sipped her coffee, apparently oblivious to the scalding heat against her lips. “What do you expect?”
    “I expect she’s laying low, but that won’t last long. She’s going to need money.” Rebecca stared into Sandy’s eyes. “She’s going to do what she’s always done to get it, which means hook or pose. Either way, she’s going to expose herself to danger.”
    Sandy laughed, a short mirthless sound. “You mean more so than usual?”
    “I mean that if anyone knew she was going to be at the shoot that night, they might suspect her of