write a nice story about what a fantastic president and first lady you guys would be. A hell of a lot better than what we have now. That’s for sure.”
“I thought the press was supposed to be impartial?”
“Come on, Sam. You guys gotta say something!”
“No, we actually don’t. If you want to do me a favor, Darren, write me a front-page story about the good kid who was killed here today and how senseless gun violence is.”
“If I do that, will you give me something on the Nelson thing?”
“See you later.” Sam got into the car, started the engine and drove away, leaving him glaring at her. She was so sick and tired of people trying to get them to comment on the Nelson situation. What did they expect them to say? We hope the president, whose son threatened to dismember the children we love and had my ex-husband tortured and killed, manages to hold on to his presidency so we don’t have to deal with it?
In truth, Sam wasn’t sure what to hope for. Half of her wanted Nelson and his entire family behind bars for what Christopher had put her family through with the horrific threats that had been levied against Scotty, her beloved nieces and nephews and Nick’s much-younger half-brothers. The far more rational side of her hoped that maybe Nelson could somehow prove he’d had no idea what his son was doing and hold on to his presidency.
She and Nick were painfully aware that the DNC expected him to be their candidate in the next election, but they had a couple of years before anything had to be decided for certain, and they’d hoped to enjoy those years in relative peace and quiet that had been badly disrupted by Christopher Nelson’s shenanigans.
“Here I am obsessing about that crap again when I have far bigger things to worry about.” She placed a call to her commander, Captain Malone, to report in about the new case.
“Welcome back, Lieutenant. I’d tell you we missed you, but of course you know that.”
Sam rolled her eyes at the predictable comment from her friend and mentor. “I’m sure you enjoyed the vacation from me as much as I enjoyed the vacation from all of you.”
“You hurt my feelings, Lieutenant.”
“Ha! You have to have feelings before they can be hurt.”
His low guffaw made her smile. “To what do I owe the honor of this Sunday night phone call?”
“I got called back early for a drive-by shooting of a fifteen-year-old in Southeast.”
“Ah damn. What’ve you got?”
Sam filled him in on what they knew so far, which wasn’t much. “The next step is reviewing the film to see if there’s anything we can use to track down the car.”
“Keep me posted.”
“Will do. I’ll give it a couple more hours tonight and then pick it up in the morning.”
“Sounds like a plan. Hope it was a relaxing time off for you.”
“As relaxing as it can be when your husband is caught up in the lead story in every newspaper and on every news station in the country.”
“I can’t even imagine the stress you guys have to be dealing with.”
“We’re trying to pretend it’s not happening until we have to.”
“And how’s that going?”
“Easier said than done.”
“I’ll bet. It’s such an unbelievable thing. How could Nelson not know what his son was up to? Even if he could somehow prove he wasn’t involved, I’m not sure I’d believe him.”
“I know. Privately, we feel the same, but we’re hoping that somehow he can hang on.”
“I’m not sure how either of you are sleeping at night.”
“We’re finding ways to exhaust ourselves so we’ll sleep like babies.”
“Jesus, Sam,” he said with a huff. “I’m your boss, for Christ’s sake.”
She busted up laughing. “Just looking for some comic relief.”
His low chuckle echoed through the phone. “You’re too much, Holland.”
“I hear that a lot. Speaking of too much, any rumbles from U.S. Attorney Forrester and the grand jury?”
“Not that I’ve heard, but you know how hush-hush that process is.”
“Yeah, true. I just wish we could get an answer one way or the other. Imagine if Nelson resigns, Nick becomes president and I get indicted for assaulting Ramsey all in the same day.”
“Your imagination has run wild. No one thinks you’re going to be indicted. You and your husband are among the most popular people in the country. Forrester knew what he was doing, taking your case to the people. They’ll never indict you.”
“I hope you’re right. And PS, I’d do it again if I had it to do over.”
“No, you wouldn’t, because you’re a highly decorated police officer who’s above such behavior as punching a fellow officer, even if he deserves it.”
“I’m really not above it,” she said with a snort.
“Yes, you are. That’s my final word on the matter. Hit me up later with an update on the drive-by.”
“Will do.” Sam slapped her phone closed and tossed it on the passenger seat. The subject of her colleague Sergeant Ramsey always rankled, especially as she twisted in the wind for months waiting to hear if she would be indicted for punching him in the face and knocking him backward down a flight of stairs. A concussion and broken wrist were the least of what he deserved for what he’d said to her about deserving the torturous attack Lieutenant Stahl had perpetrated on her.
Sam’s rise through the department ranks hadn’t come without her fair share of enemies, who believed she’d gotten to where she was because of her father. Skip had been deputy chief when he was shot by an unknown assailant three months shy of retirement. Her failure to close that most important case of her career was something that hung over every day of her life. She would neither rest nor retire until her father’s shooter had been caught.
That was just one of many reasons to sweat the current situation with Nelson. How would she continue to track down leads and follow up on her father’s case if she were taken off the job? She shuddered at the thought of being sidelined. That couldn’t happen. It wouldn’t happen. She’d see to that.
At HQ, she entered the building through the morgue entrance and stopped first to check in with Lindsey.
Sam strolled into the examination area, where antiseptic smells and gruesome sights greeted her. Under the bright lights Jamal’s injury was even more devastating than it had appeared on the street. “At least he died instantly.”
“There is that.” Lindsey held up an evidence bag containing the bullet. “Nine millimeter. I’ll send it to the lab for
