go away. God love ’em, they kept coming in and harping to the front desk with all their cop slang, cracking up everyone in the house but also being a major pain in the ass. So eventually the poor sacks in the community policing unit got dragged in to calm them down. You know what those guys are all about – it’s appeasement. So finally they put the old birds to work on a citizen-driven search warrant.’
‘How come Boyle didn’t tell us about this when we called you guys at the end of May?’
‘Because half the time when we start a citizen-driven warrant, the oh-so-concerned citizens get lazy and let it drop. We don’t bother logging anything onto a DD5 until they come back with all their paperwork. In this case, that didn’t happen until June.’
‘What exactly is a citizen-driven warrant?’ Rogan asked.
‘No time in Narcotics, huh?’ He said it as if no qualified cop could make it into Homicide without pulling duty in the drug squad. Given that Ellie made it to her current position after only five years in uniform and one as a detective in general crimes, she was thankful the question hadn’t been aimed at her.
‘Major Case Squad, then SVU,’ Rogan said. His confident tone made clear that the Special Victims Unit made Narcotics look like crossing guard duty.
‘Okay, so a citizen-driven warrant is this thing we came up with, but it’s really a community policing tool. You know, after nine-eleven, we’ve got these ads all up and down MTA, telling people, “If you see something, say something.” ’
‘But we’re not always talking about the next Zacarias Moussaoui.’
‘No, knock on wood, not in most cases. Instead, we get these nosy neighbors convinced that someone’s up to something. So the citizen-driven warrant puts them to work. They write down every suspicious thing they see. They turn in the pages to us. If it adds up to probable cause, we ask for a warrant. If not –’
‘You assure them you did everything you could, and then tell ’em to pound sand.’
‘Pretty much. So that’s what we’ve got here on the DD5. The two ladies walk in to the help desk in March. A couple weeks later, after a few more streetwise Laurel and Hardy routines downstairs, they hook up with the community policing liaison, who tells them about the citizen-driven warrants. We take a look at it after a couple months, and there’s nothing there.’
‘You’re sure?’ Ellie asked.
‘No doubt. You work drugs a little while, and you get super-honed spidey senses. Homeboy’s getting his party on like any other single man with that kind of money in Manhattan. And so we could say we did everything we could, my partner and I even did a little knock and talk with the guy. That’s the entry in June there. Truth be told, I just wanted to score a peek at the place.’
‘And?’ Rogan nudged.
‘The condo was sweet. Marble floors. Floor-to-ceiling windows–’
‘The resident. Drugs? Dealing?’
‘Would never happen. Dude’s Eurotrash, buying up Manhattan real estate while the dollar’s in the toilet. Goes clubbing every night. Picks up bridge-and-tunnel skanks looking for a short-term sugar daddy, a place to party for the night. Had no problem letting me search. The place was clean but for some personal-use marijuana in the nightstand. He didn’t seem fazed that I found it, and I really didn’t want to process him for it, so he flushed it. No hard stuff. No paraphernalia. No packaging materials. No cash or books.’
‘No dealing.’
‘No dealing.’
‘You got a cell number in case we need you to nail this down for court?’ Ellie asked. ‘Sparks’s lawyer made it sound like Pablo Escobar lived next door.’
She jotted down the number in her notebook, and they began to make their way out of the squad room. Guerrero had been blowing smoke with his claims of a drug operation going down across the hall at the 212, but she still wondered how the lawyer had even known about it. Then she realized the likely source.
She turned toward Carenza. ‘Hey, you don’t happen to know Nick Dillon, do you?’
‘Sure. My brother’s on the job, too. He and Dillon were in the Major Case Squad before Dillon sold out to the man. We play cards sometimes. Takes my money big-time.’
‘Any chance you mentioned this whole citizen-driven warrant thing to him?’
‘Yeah. He used to work Narcotics, too, you know? I thought he’d get a kick out of his boss’s neighbors practicing their slang over mah-jongg. Hey, that didn’t cause any problems for you, did it? I mean, there was nothing to it, so –’
Rogan waved him off. ‘Don’t sweat it, man.’
Rogan caught Ellie’s eye on their way out of the precinct. ‘The man’s got ears, right? That guy makes a friend, he keeps a friend.’
‘Well, being his pal didn’t save me from a jail cell. Maybe next time you can be the one who does our time.’
‘Nah,’ he said, holding open the precinct door for her to exit. ‘I’m way too pretty for central holding on some chippy contempt rap. Someone like me goes down, it’s got to be major. I would need some serious federal corrections facility – golf course, croquet…’
‘Rogan, you were raised in Brooklyn. Do you even know what croquet is?’
‘I know it involves a round thing called a ball, which means it’s yet another sport a brother could dominate if we only gave it a shot.’
‘When you’re done, you think you might get around to letting me in?’ Ellie tugged on the Crown Vic’s locked passenger handle to make her point.
Inside the car, she flipped open her phone and saw a new voice mail from Max Donovan. Opting to wait for some privacy, she clipped the cell back to her waist.
The drive from Chinatown was slowed by end-of-day traffic. Even with the assistance of wigwag lights, they didn’t pull up in front of the Thirteenth Precinct until nearly six o’clock.
Ellie was about to log onto her computer when she caught sight of Max Donovan through the open slats of the blinds that covered Lieutenant Robin Tucker’s office. Tucker stood, walked to her office door, and poked her head into the squad room.
‘Good timing, you two. A quick word?’
Rogan shot Ellie a look that made her wish she’d checked Max’s message in the car. ‘This can’t be good.’
6:00 p.m.
‘ADA Donovan has an update for us on the Sparks case.’ Robin Tucker leaned back in her chair and smiled in Ellie’s direction. ‘We should thank him for the special attention he’s shown by coming here in person to deliver the news.’
Ellie knew it was a dig from her lieutenant about her personal relationship with an assistant district attorney
