Incensed, Jane would have stormed past her and given Scott a chewing out, but Sullivan stopped her.
“Let it go. He’s got bigger problems than me if he thinks my absence will solve anything.”
“How are you feeling?” Jane studied her. Sullivan appeared fine, dressed in loose trousers and a sweater. But when she stood with her tote bag and headed for the door, her limp grew more pronounced.
“Here. Let me carry that.”
“Good.” Sullivan handed off her bag, though Jane saw through the cheery demeanor to defeat. “I was hoping you’d volunteer.”
They left in Jane’s vehicle and headed to her favorite crumpet shop down the road.
Once seated, Jane insisted Sullivan tell her what had happened.
“Well, Matthew was decent after I’d been shot. He acted supportive and horrified that I’d been wounded. He even met meat the hospital and praised me for helping out.” Sullivan scoffed. “Like, that’s my job to protect and serve. Duh.”
“Right.”
“So I went home. Rob helped. I think he was more freaked out than I was.” She paused. “I was a little keyed up afterward. Took me a while to wind down, but then I slept like the dead.”
“Same.”
“Anyway, I’m obviously not going to be a hundred percent for a while. The divisional nurse put me on restricted duty. I was planning to spend most of my time at my desk. It’s not like I don’t have a dozen other cases needing attention, right?”
Jane winced at the thought of all her cases lingering while OPR took their blasted time getting to the truth. With any luck, Scott and the others were keeping up with her work.
“No biggie, though,” Sullivan continued. “I’ve been deep-diving into some older cases anyway. Then that SOB comes to me this morning and tells me I’m suspended! That there’s an OPR investigation on me too. They rush me out of the office before I can blink. And then some pushy chick who’salsopending an investigation insisted I bask in shame and wait for her in the lobby.”
“Dramatic, but who— Oh, the pushy chick would be me.”
“I swear, you’ve infected me.” Sullivan tried to sound amused, but Jane heard the unspoken hurt at being sidelined.
“I’m so sorry. We’ll get this fixed. I swear.”
“It’s tied to Dan Simmons.”
“Yep.” Just when Jane and Sullivan had met to discuss Scott and Haversham. “Hey, you never did tell me what Haversham did. Or what you found on him.” Hal had found nothing but stellar reports about the guy.
“Oh, that’s right. I was looking through older case files. Did you know Jon Haversham spent time in Vegas when August Kaminski’s name started circulating there? Nothing evercame of it. Then he moved to Seattle. Kaminski, I mean. But Haversham was in charge of the case file on Kaminski. I find that interesting.”
“So do I.”
“I talked to Rob about it. He remembers working some of that case as well.”
“I thought you two arrived in Vegas together.”
Sullivan snorted. “We’re not joined at the hip, you know. I got there a year after he did. And yes, we bonded—platonically—as coworkers. Rob’s one of the smartest guys I know, but he always gets overlooked. He says it doesn’t bother him, but it would bother me.”
Could Williams have turned mole to get back at a system that didn’t value him?
Sullivan scoffed. “I can read that small mind of yours. No. The mole isn’t Rob.”
Jane tried to look innocent. “I would never think that.”
“Yeah, right.” Sullivan took a healthy drink of her tea. “I’m trying to think of who could be feeding the Mazzucas information. Because we know someone is. I just can’t think of anyone in our unit. Maybe it’s someone outside.”
“You know, before I looked into Haversham, I would have said it was him. He’s in a position of power to make things happen behind the scenes. And none of us would know.”
Sullivan blinked and whispered, “The ASAC?”
