“That’s because we were right around the corner when we got the call.”

“Why?” Dino asked.

“Mick had wanted to meet somebody at a little bar on Lexington. I drove him there, and he got out and went in. He was in there, maybe, three minutes; I had a cramp in my leg, and I got out to walk it off. You know, there’s a little window that’s required for every bar; it was mandated a long time ago so that women looking for their husbands could see inside.”

“Yeah, I know,” Dino said.

“Well, I looked inside to see if Mick was about done, and I saw him talking to somebody.”

“And who might that have been?” Stone asked, thinking he might know the answer to his own question.

“It was Tom Deacon, from the DA’s Office,” Andy said.

“And that’s what, a thirty-second walk from the Bean apartment building?” Stone asked.

“Yeah,” Andy said. “I’m really sorry I didn’t bring this up before, Lieutenant, but it didn’t seem pertinent at the time. I asked Mick what he was seeing Deacon about, and he said he was angling for a job in the DA’s investigative division. He asked me not to mention it to anybody, because he didn’t want you to know that, after a pretty short time in the precinct, he was looking to get out.”

“Dino,” Stone said, “When Susan and I were walking to her place that night, she told me she wasn’t happy about how they had won the Dante case, and she was thinking of getting out.”

“I remember your saying that,” Dino said.

“I haven’t had a chance to tell you, but I’ve learned from a source that Deacon may have fabricated or altered the surveillance-tape evidence that Marty Brougham used to get the Dante conviction.”

“You think Brougham knew about it?”

“Maybe, maybe not,” Stone said, “but I think I’ll find out tomorrow morning.”

Dino turned to Andy. “See if you can get a search warrant for Deacon’s residence.”

“What am I going to tell a judge we’re looking for?”

“The murder weapon, or anything else you can think of. I know it’s thin; try Judge Haverman; she’s always been cooperative.”

“I’m on it,” Andy said.

“You’ll never get the warrant,” Stone said. “Why don’t you just get Deacon in here and brace him? He doesn’t know we know he was near the scene; maybe he’ll make a mistake.”

“At this point,” Dino said, “I’m willing to try anything.”

57

STONE WENT BACK TO DOLCE’S PLACE AND packed his things. He was out of clean clothing, and he figured, what with the death of Erwin Hausman, it might be safe to go back to his own house. He left a note for Dolce, but after a moment’s thought, he kept the key she had given him.