“He shot someone in front of her,” Archie said. “He kind of had to explain. She doesn’t know anything. Just that he’s DEA.”

Sanchez’s jaw starting working and his lips tightened. He mulled for a few moments, and then his face lit up.

Archie knew where he was headed.

“You think she would go in for us?” Sanchez asked.

“No,” Archie said quickly.

But he hadn’t convinced Sanchez. Archie could see it in the way his jaw kept working, the way Sanchez kept clenching his teeth. Sanchez’s gaze was on the river, but Archie knew that his mind was playing out the op. Sending Susan in would be the most logical step. It made sense. She had a relationship with Leo. She would be the perfect conduit for passing information.

“Use me,” Archie said.

“News flash,” Sanchez said with a grunt. “Jack knows you’re a cop.”

“Jack and I are friendly,” Archie persisted.

“Jack Reynolds is nice to you,” Sanchez said. “That doesn’t mean he won’t kill you.”

“I said we’re friendly. Not friends. He knows about the pills. I can make that work for me. Convince him I have something to lose.”

Sanchez reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, extracted an envelope, and handed it to Archie.

“What’s this?” Archie asked.

Sanchez smiled. “It’s an invitation to a party at his house tonight.”

Archie looked down at the envelope. His name was printed on it. “You little fucker,” Archie said. “You knew I’d do it.”

“Go in,” Sanchez said matter-of-factly. “Determine Leo’s status, and then get the hell out.”

Archie looked up at the cloudless sky. It had seemed like such a nice day when it had started. “Do you want me to wear a wire?” he asked.

“If you wear a wire they’ll shoot you,” Sanchez said.

Archie turned to Sanchez. “Maybe I’ll skip the wire, then.”

“I have people outside,” Sanchez said. “Basic surveillance. We’ll be watching everyone who goes into that party. If you can get to the bridge, we’ll see you, and we’ll come for you. But once you’re inside, you’re on your own. So don’t do anything heroic. I know you feel responsible for this kid. But he knew what he was getting into. And he’s not exactly an innocent flower.” The barge had cleared the Burnside Bridge and now the Hawthorne Bridge had started to open. Traffic downtown was fucked.

“What if he’s already dead?” Archie asked.