"You've got nothing to worry about with me."

He found a spot on Constitution a half block from the foundation and parked. Our breath was coming out in thick clouds when we got out. I was nervous, whether or not he thought his job was in danger. I think we both were.

There was no guard to be fooled. No staff members working overtime to surprise us. We got m the front door with Warren's key and he knew right where we were going.

The file storage room was about the size of a doublewide garage and was taken up by rows of eight-foot steel shelves stacked with manila files with different colored tabs.

"How're we going to do this?" I whispered.

He took the folded printout from his pocket.

"There's a section on the suicide study. We look up these names, take the protocols to my office and copy the pages we need. I left the copier on when I left. Won't even have to warm it up. And you don't have to whisper. There's nobody here."

I noticed he said "we" one too many times but I didn't say anything about it. He led me down one of the aisles, his finger out and pointing as he read the program headings printed on the shelves. Eventually, he found the heading for the suicide study. The files had red tabs on them.

"These here," Warren said, raising his hand to point.

The files were thin, yet they took up three complete shelves. Oline Fredrick had been right, there were hundreds. Each red tag protruding from a file was a death.

There was a lot of misery on the shelves. Now I had to hope that a few of them didn't belong there. Warren handed me the printout and I scanned the thirteen names.

"Out of all of these files only thirteen were homicide cops?"

"Yeah. The project has accumulated data on over sixteen hundred suicides. About three hundred a year. But most are street cops. Homicide dicks see the bodies but I guess for them the misery is over by the time they get there. They're usually the best and the brightest and the toughest. Seems like less of them eat the gun than the cops out on the beat.

So I only came up with thirteen. Your brother and Brooks in Chicago also came up but I figured you have that stuff."

I just nodded.

"They should be alphabetical," he said. "Read me the names on the list and I'll pull the files. And give me your notebook."

It took less than five minutes to pull the files. Warren tore blank pages from my notebook and marked the spots in the stacks so they could be slipped back in quickly when we were done. It was intense work. It'wasn't meeting a source like Deep Throat in a parking garage to help take down a president but my adrenaline was flowing anyway.