1 Making blind eyes see
Valinda sat on her couch with a pile of paperwork in front of her. It had been three days since she had formally suspended Mercer, Kincaid and Cutler. The paperwork consisted of after action reports and ballistic analysis from past shootings involving Cutler or Kincaid. The reports were painting a grim picture and her gut was reinforcing it. Mercer had come to her after the Bacche debacle and told her his suspicions about Cutler and Kincaid. He thought the two had purposely switched their comm. frequencies. God she really did hate where this was leading but she could no longer turn a blind eye. She would know for sure soon if Kincaid and Cutler were dirty, and if they were, who else was in on it. She thought looking down at the paperwork in front of her. She had put the rest of the team on R&R. She needed the break after that fiasco and it wouldn't hurt the others either.
She looked up sharply and reached for her gun as the elevator to her loft was coming noisily up the shaft. Her hand pulled away from the weapon and back to flipping the files as she saw who was coming in.
" Max does it occur to you that you're going to come in like that and I'm going to shoot you?" she asked the short stocky man who walked out from under the safety gate and into her loft.
" No, because I'm your buddy and you'd never shoot me. Besides then who would you bitch too." He stated as a matter of fact, walking toward her. " Burning the midnight oil or what?" he said pointing to the mountain of paperwork in front of her as he took a seat in the chair across from her.
" Sort of more like finding the pieces to a puzzle I'd rather not solve." She answered leaning back into the couch and sighing heavily.
"Spill Kilmann, maybe I can help." He told her in his best buddy mode.
" I don't think you can help this time Max but if you don't mind me bending your ear?" she said hesitantly.
"Kilmann, whatever you need I'm here count on it." He said reassuring her.
"Okay, you asked for it. I think two or more of my SWAT team are contracting hits and hiding them as self defense shootings." She said quickly in a smart aleck tone, rubbing her knuckles together.
"Sounds like you got a problem that whole history repeating itself thing." He replied
" I don't need you to remind me of that, thank you very much." She said sharply.
He threw his hands up in defense. She backed off this was still a touchy subject for them both.
"Yes it does, I'll know for sure in a little while, and then I'll decide what to do about it." She said giving into the truth that was just about to hit her in the head with a two by four to make her see it.
Valinda sat on her couch with a pile of paperwork in front of her. It had been three days since she had formally suspended Mercer, Kincaid and Cutler. The paperwork consisted of after action reports and ballistic analysis from past shootings involving Cutler or Kincaid. The reports were painting a grim picture and her gut was reinforcing it. Mercer had come to her after the Bacche debacle and told her his suspicions about Cutler and Kincaid. He thought the two had purposely switched their comm. frequencies. God she really did hate where this was leading but she could no longer turn a blind eye. She would know for sure soon if Kincaid and Cutler were dirty, and if they were, who else was in on it. She thought looking down at the paperwork in front of her. She had put the rest of the team on R&R. She needed the break after that fiasco and it wouldn't hurt the others either.
She looked up sharply and reached for her gun as the elevator to her loft was coming noisily up the shaft. Her hand pulled away from the weapon and back to flipping the files as she saw who was coming in.
" Max does it occur to you that you're going to come in like that and I'm going to shoot you?" she asked the short stocky man who walked out from under the safety gate and into her loft.
" No, because I'm your buddy and you'd never shoot me. Besides then who would you bitch too." He stated as a matter of fact, walking toward her. " Burning the midnight oil or what?" he said pointing to the mountain of paperwork in front of her as he took a seat in the chair across from her.
" Sort of more like finding the pieces to a puzzle I'd rather not solve." She answered leaning back into the couch and sighing heavily.
"Spill Kilmann, maybe I can help." He told her in his best buddy mode.
" I don't think you can help this time Max but if you don't mind me bending your ear?" she said hesitantly.
"Kilmann, whatever you need I'm here count on it." He said reassuring her.
"Okay, you asked for it. I think two or more of my SWAT team are contracting hits and hiding them as self defense shootings." She said quickly in a smart aleck tone, rubbing her knuckles together.
"Sounds like you got a problem that whole history repeating itself thing." He replied
" I don't need you to remind me of that, thank you very much." She said sharply.
He threw his hands up in defense. She backed off this was still a touchy subject for them both.
"Yes it does, I'll know for sure in a little while, and then I'll decide what to do about it." She said giving into the truth that was just about to hit her in the head with a two by four to make her see it.