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Marino didn't do anything right away. My anxiety grew as Bray parked and turned her headlights off. I felt sure she wouldn't wait for Chuck very long and could already imagine her annoyance. Little nobodies like him didn't dare to keep Deputy Chief Diane Bray waiting.
"Is there something I can do for you?" the bartender asked me as he dried off a glass.
I continued to peer through the barely open door, wondering what Marino was going to do next.
"I'm expecting someone who isn't sure exactly where you're located;' I said.
"Just tell 'em we're next to Michelle's Face Works," he said as-Marino got out of his truck.
I met him in the parking lot and we walked with purpose toward Bray's car. She didn't notice us because she was talking on her portable phone and writing something down. When Marino tapped on her window, she turned to us, startled. Then her face turned hard. She said something else on her portable and ended her call. The window hummed down.
"Deputy Chief Bray? Thought that was you,". Marino said as if they were old friends.
He bent down and peered inside her car. Bray was clearly off balance and one could almost see her calculating thoughts regrouping in her lead as she pretended there was nothing unusual about our running into her here.
"Good evening," I politely said. "What a pleasant coincidence."
"Kay, what a surprise," she said in a flat voice. "How are you? So you've discovered Richmond's little secret"
"By now, I know most of Richmond's little secrets;" I said with irony. "There are many of them if you know where to look."
"I stay away from red meat as much as possible." Bray switched conversational lanes. "But their fish is very good."
"That's like going to a whorehouse and playing solitaire," Marino remarked.
Bray ignored him and tried to stare me down with no success. I'd learned from many years of warring with bad employees, dishonest defense attorneys and ruthless politicians that if I stated between a person's eyes, he didn't know I wasn't, in fact, staring into his eyes, and I could keep up the intimidation all day.
"I'm eating dinner here;" she said as if she were distracted and in a hurry.
"We'll wait until your guest shows up;" Marino said. "Sure don't want you sitting alone out here in the dark or being bothered inside. Truth is, Deputy Chief Bray, you shouldn't be roaming around without security, as recognizable as you've gotten to be since you moved here. You've kind of gotten to be a celebrity, you know."
"I'm not meeting anyone," she said, irritation honing her tone.
"We've never had a woman so high up in the department, especially one so attractive and so loved by the media." Marino wouldn't shut up.
She collected her pocketbook and mail off the seat, her cold anger palpable.
"Now if you'll please excuse me?" She said it as an order.
"It's not going to be easy to get a table tonight,' l let her know as she opened her door. "Unless you have a reservation," I added, implying I knew damn well she didn't.
Bray's poise and self-confidence slipped just enough to unmask the evil coiling within. Her eyes struck at me, then revealed nothing as she climbed out of the car and Marino blocked her way. She couldn't get past him without ducking around him and brushing against him, and her enormous ego would never allow that.
She was almost pinned against the door of her shiny new car. It didn't escape my notice that she was dressed in corduroys, running shoes, and a Richmond Police Department jacket. Vain woman that she was, she would never show up in a fine restaurant dressed like that.
"Excuse me," she said loudly to Marino.
"Oh gee, I'm sorry," he gushed, stepping to one side.
I chose my next words carefully. I "could not directly accuse her, but I intended to make sure she knew she'd gotten away with nothing and if she persisted in her ambushes, she would lose and she would pay.
"You're an investigator," I thoughtfully said to her. "Maybe you can tell me your opinion on how someone might have gotten hold of my password and e-mailed messages, impersonating me. And then someone-most likely the same person-started an asinine, lobotomized chat room on the Internet called Dear Dr. Kay."
"How awful. I'm sorry, I can't help you. Computers are not my specialty;" she said with a smile.
Her eyes were dark holes, her teeth flashing like steel blades in the glow of sodium lights.
"All I can suggest is you look at the people closest to you, perhaps someone disgruntled, a friend you've fallen out with," she continued her act. "I really have no idea, but I would expect it's someone with a link to you. I've heard your niece is an expert in computers. Maybe she could help you."
Her mention of Lucy infuriated me.
"I've been wanting to talk to her," Bray said as a by-theway. "You know, we're implementing COMPSTAT and need a computer expert."
COMPSTAT, or computer-driven statistics, was a new model of enlightened, technologically advanced policing devised by the New York Police Department. Computer experts would be needed for it, but to suggest a project like that for someone with Lucy's skills and experience was an insult.
"You might pass this along to her when you talk next," Bray- added.
Marino's rage was boiling like water in a pot.
"We really should sit down sometime, Kay, and let me tell you about some of my experiences in Washington," she said as if I had never worked anywhere but in a small town. "You can't even begin to know the things people will try to bring you down. Especially women against the women, sabotage in the workplace. I've seen the best topple."
"I'm sure you have," I said.
She locked her car door and said, "Just so you know, you don't need a reservation to sit at the bar. That's where I usually eat anyway. They're famous for their steak fromage, but I recommend you try the lobster, Kay. And you, Captain Marino, would love their onion rings. I hear they're to die for."
We watched her walk off.
"Fucking bitch," Marino said.
"Let's get out of here,".I said.
"Yeah, last thing I want to do is eat anywhere near poison like that. I ain't even hungry."
"That won't last."
We climbed into his truck and I sank beneath a heavy depression that held me down like tar. I wanted to find some victory, some ray of optimism in what had just transpired, but I couldn't. I felt defeated. Worse, I felt foolish.
"Want a cigarette?" Marino asked inside the dark cab as he punched in the lighter.
"Why not," I muttered. "I'm going to stop again pretty soon."
He handed one to me and lit his. He gave me the lighter. He kept glancing over at me, knowing how I felt.
"I still think it was a good thing we done," he said. "I bet she's in that restaurant belting down whiskeys because we got her good:"
"We didn't get her good," I replied, squinting at the lights of cars passing by. "With her, I'm afraid the only silver bullet is prevention. We have to guard against further damage by not only anticipating but also following up on everything we do."
I opened the window several inches, cold air touching my hair. I blew out smoke.
"No-show Chuck:' I commented.
"Oh, he showed up. You just didn't see him because he saw us first and hightailed it out of there."
"You sure?"
"I saw his piece-of-shit Miata turning into the road leading to the shopping center, and then about halfway to the parking lot it suddenly did a U-turn and got the hell out of Dodge. And this was at the exact time Bray said something else on her portable after she saw us outside her car."
"Chuck's a direct conduit from me to her;" I said. "She may as well have a key to my office."
"Hell, maybe she does," he said. "But, Doc, you just leave Chuckie-boy to me."
"Now, that scares me," I said. "Please don't go doing something reckless, Marino. He does work for me, after all. I dont need any other problems."
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