“Come on now,” Rogers jumped up. “Simpson, do something. They’re trying to set me up.”
“I don’t know. The evidence does look damning,” Simpson said.
Roger’s lunged at the man, pushing him back against the wall and grabbing him around the collar. “Who’s side are you on?”
Brand and Jett leaped to pull Rogers off Simpson and restrain him.
“Yours. Of course,” Simpson said, straightening his shirt. “But I have to be practical when I see footage that tells a different story.”
“Monte Adams was right,” Rogers muttered. “When people around here get it out for you then you are doomed no matter what.”
“So you know Adams?” Hawkeye asked.
Rogers broke free from Brand and Jett’s hold and sat back down. “In passing.”
“That kind of comment doesn’t sound like one he’d make off the cuff,” Hawkeye said.
“Think what you will,” Rogers said. “I want a lawyer.”
“Okay boys, you heard him,” Hawkeye said. “He wants a lawyer. Take him down to the precinct and let him make his phone call. Then put him into interrogation for holding.”
Simpson reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and read the screen. “Dugan says that IA has shown up. Sorry Rogers, I have to go back to sit in on that meeting.”
“You do that,” Hawkeye said. “It’ll be a while before anyone arrives for Rogers.”
“What a mess,” Simpson said, leaving the room.
“What’s IA talking to Scottie about?” Rogers demanded, glaring at them. “I hope you’re not trying to railroad him like you’re trying to do me.”
“None of your concern,” Brand said.
“Come on, I’ll walk you to the precinct,” Rookie ordered, taking him by the arm, but Rogers jerked away and stood on his own. “Fine, suit yourself. I don’t care if you get that phone call or not.”
After they left, Hawkeye was reading his phone and looked up at Brand, Grinning broadly. “Don Juan and Loverboy are bringing Adams up here now. Jett, is there a way you can hook your phone and that footage you have up to that monitor for viewing when Adams gets here?”
“Sure,” Jett replied.
Hawkeye made a call. “Can you send Detective Graves to the third-floor conference room. Thanks.”
Brand arched a brow. “Covering all basis on this one.”
Someone knocked on the door and it opened to show a laughing Don Juan, Loverboy and Monte Adams. The men entered, obviously in high spirits.
“What’s so funny?” Brand asked.
“Adams was telling us about an arrest he and Dugan made when they rode together,” Don Juan explained. “It made Carly and Simone giving us the slip seem like child’s play.”
Twice in one week? Brand groaned. This was getting to be too much.
“So, Commander, what did you need to see me about?” Monte asked. “I had to leave work and my boss was understanding, but he needs me back to cover my shift as soon as possible.”
“I appreciate your willingness and his,” Hawkeye said. “Please, take a seat and I’ll get to the point.”
“Sure,” Monte said, settling in the chair where Rogers used.
“Clint Rogers was telling us how the two of you don’t really know one another, but we’re under the impression that this might be you in the photo. Can you tell us if we’re right?”
Without giving Monte a chance to respond, he slapped the photo onto the table of the man who broke into the brownstone in front of him.
