CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED and TEN
Thursday morning — 11:45 a.m. MT
“You’re going to give him the deal?” the DPD Major Crimes Captain asked. He glanced at the Deputy Chief of Operations and then back at the Federal Prosecutor.
“I don’t see how we can’t,” the Federal Prosecutor said. “He knows we’ve been trying to make a case against the Givolini family for years. If he has information that can make that case? He’s worth every penny.”
“What about the woman?” the older detective asked.
“What about her?” the Federal Prosecutor shrugged. “From what he says, she’s one of his prostitutes. I bet she’d be thrilled to move somewhere new.”
“She’s a prostitute,” the Federal Prosecutor said. “Getting the Givolini family will save lives.”
“And her life?” the younger detective asked.
“What’s one whore compared to the larger objective of ridding the country of this pestilence? She should be honored to help, gives her worthless life some meaning.”
The Deputy Chief of Operations gave the Federal Prosecutor a long hard stare.
“You’re talking about forcing this woman, against her will, to live in secret with Alvin,” the Deputy Chief of Operations said.
“What’s wrong with you?” the Federal Prosecutor sniffed. “No one gives a shit about some prostitute. No one. It’s just another woman who made bad choices. If she winds up dead in the process? Whoop de fucking do.”
“Find the whore,” the Federal Prosecutor said. “My guess is that she’ll make it worth your time. She’ll probably be so grateful, she’ll make it worth all of our time.”
The Federal Prosecutor leered.
“She’s quite attractive,” the Federal Prosecutor said. “She can’t remember a thing… uh, that’s what Alvin says.”
Disgusted, the older detective scowled at the Federal Prosecutor and left the room. His partner followed him.
“Are they going to get her?” the Federal Prosecutor asked.
“Sure,” the Detective Captain said.
“I have a tee time at the Country Club,” the Federal Prosecutor said. “You’ll let me know when we can complete this deal.”
The Major Crimes Captain watched the Federal Prosecutor leave his office.
“Keep me in the loop,” the Deputy Chief of Operations said. “Do not make a deal with out running it by me. There is too much… We get a new Chief in less than a month… and…”
The Deputy Chief nodded to the Major Crimes Captain and left his office. He waited for a moment before his men came back in.
“There is no way, no way, I’m going to get that woman,” the older detective said.
“You know who our witness is? The child in those photos?” the younger detective asked. “Tanesha Smith. You know, Rodney Smith’s daughter.”
“The Rodney Smith? Rodney ‘I spent twenty-years in prison for a crime I didn’t commit’ Smith?”
“Alvin prosecuted his case,” the older detective said.
The Major Crimes Captain looked from one man to the next.
“We need a judge,” the Major Crimes Captain said.
“Judge Alberts,” the older detective said. “Tanesha Smith’s best friend is his niece.”
The detectives scrambled out of the room. Shaking his head, their Captain watched them go before picking up his phone.
“Seth?” he asked. “We’ve got a problem.”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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