Yesterday's Child
Chapter Nine "Revelations"
How do you touch the untouchable? How do you connect the dots? How do you take the things that you know you know and turn it into evidence that will win a case? How do you mend a broken heart? Never mind, strike that last thought.
Sharon had met Hawk Saturday, in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere to discuss what she had learned from Geno. "There was a hit on the Martins because James had discovered cartel money was financing Stewart. Who ordered the hit he didn't know. Martin wanted out and there was only one way out." He also said she was being watched and if she continued, she would be one dead bitch. Information she decided would be best kept to herself. Hawk had told her he would have a plan soon, but it may not be pretty, He would elaborate no further.
She settled in her chair and turned on her laptop. Her head throbbed and an empty knot sat in the middle of her stomach. Sharon hadn't heard from Andy all weekend no dinner, no phone calls, nothing. Today as he sat at his desk, he hadn't looked once in her direction.
It was after 3pm when Sharon decided to call it a day. She needed a break from it all. After gathering up her things she opened her office door to find Hawk. "Good afternoon, Love. Here's one of those nasty herbal teas you love so much." Hawk held a steaming cup in front of her. "Looks like you need it" He made his way into her office and set a large box on her desk.
Sharon rested her hand on her hips, "you have no idea."
He sat in the chair across from her and matter-of-factly announced, "we're going to Jack Stewart's fundraiser."
"The invitation only, a zillion dollar a plate dinner?" she arched a brow.
"You just need to work your charm, and leave the rest to me," Hawk smiled and gave her hand a pat. "Like I said before things may get ugly. It may not be by the book," she shifted uneasily in her seat. "If you aren't comfortable with this. I can have one of my people come in," he continued.
"If this is illegal. I can't know. I have bent the rules more than I like, but I won't break the law. However I don't want to step out when we are this close." She sat up straighter," wait, you have people?"
"You have people," he smiled. "Doesn't everybody?"
She studied him a moment. His tone turned more serious. "If anything happens, know you can come with me."
"With you? Where?" Sharon was thrown off guard.
"We make a pretty good team." He leaned back in the chair and waited for a reaction.
"I don't even know exactly what you do." She squinted at him and bit at her lower lip. "FBI? No, you're too cloak and dagger for that. CIA? No, what would a CIA agent be doing with a small time police captain?"
He smiled and leaned forward," oh Love, you are anything but small time." After a short period of silence, he said "International Independent Contracting."
"What? What is that?"
Ignoring her last question, he continued.
"So love, if you're in, be ready in an hour." He motioned toward the box on her desk, "there is a little black dress, emphasis on the little and some shoes I think you will love."
"You're meeting me back here?"
"I want you to wear a wire. I need to know what's going on while I do what I need to do. I'll be back after I get the electronics set up." Hawk said before he closed her office door behind him.
She was hoping to not have to do the walk of shame in front of the division if the last outfit was in indication of his taste in clothes. It was definitely a little black dress, very form fitting and several inches shorter than she would usually wear. Included in the box were a pair of Jimmy Choos. Damn
True to form, he showed up an hour later with the wire.
"It's going to be difficult to conceal anything in this dress," she said as she tugged at the hem.
"Here, it goes down the front, I can help" he said as his hand began to inch down the neckline of her dress.
The door of her office swung open without warning. Andy covered his shock quite well, "Captain we've got a body but I guess you won't be joining us. I'll have Lt Provenza bring you up to speed later." He shut the door with a little more force than necessary.
Sharon stood in stunned silence, giving new meaning to the deer in the headlights look. "I can get the wire on myself thank you," she snapped. "Just what I didn't need to happen."
"I hope he still isn't upset about the other night," Hawk said as he withdrew his hand.
"What do you mean other night?" She asked in her best her Darth Raydor tone.
"It's complicated, but just remember, I had you're best interests at heart."
The fundraiser was a mix of A-listers. Sharon was the type of person that could be at ease with any type of people and easily assimilated into the crowd. Hawk slipped out during the hors d'oeuvres while Sharon sipped wine and mingled. Senator Stewart gave her a nod she smiled in return.
"Would you care to dance?" He asked.
"I would be honored," she replied. When the music ended she thanked him.
He leaned into her ear and whispered, "If you dance with the devil, you're going to get burned." As he walked away, he turned back toward her and gave her a wink.
"Go now!" Hawk's voice came through her ear bud.
She made her way out of the party as nonchalantly as possible. She was about to her car, when she was grabbed from behind. Her opponent was considerably larger and was well trained in hand-to-hand combat. He seemed to anticipate her every defense. Hawk came at him from behind with a well-placed karate chop to the back of the neck. Sharon cuffed him and called it in as they sped away. "No I am not at the scene. The perp has been subdued and cuffed. I am in pursuit of a possible second man."
"I didn't see a second man," Hawk shot her a sideways glance.
"Neither did I."
"So you lied?"
"Police lie all of the time, just ask my son," Sharon smiled. There was something familiar about her attacker but she couldn't put a finger on it.
Hawk assured her that the information obtained was more than enough to go after Stewart but in may not happen as she planned. She dropped him off at a warehouse near the docks where a black Porsche was waiting.
As she watched the taillights fade into the distance her phone buzzed. "Yes, Assistant Chief Taylor, what can I do for you? Of course, I'll be right there." She clicked off her phone and looked at her watch, an 11pm call from Taylor could not be good.
