expenses approved?â
âI assume they were.â He pressed the pads of his fingertips together before bouncing them off one another. âI couldnât say for certain. That sort of thing gets approved by the finance committee, so Iâd have to go back and check.â
âAnd would it be Sean McCarty who approves payment?â
âYes. That would fall under the finance chairâs discretion. Of course, thatâs after heâs reviewed each case.â
âAnd would that be after Dr. Edgar MacAleese reviews the report from the physician who treated the injured officer?â
âWell, I see youâve already been looking into this.â He smiled and made a notation on his calendar that I sensed had nothing to do with our conversation.
âWere you aware that the majority of injuries filed came from District 35?â
âIâm sorry, MissâMiss . . .â
âWalsh. Jordan Walsh.â
âIâm sorry, Miss Walsh, but Iâm afraid Iâm going to have to cut this short.â
âI just have a few more questions.â
âOh, and I do wish I could stay and answer them.â He smiled again, even wider, with the teeth of a Doberman. âI have an appointment that Iâm running late for, but Iâd be happy to speak with you again. You just call my secretary. And tell Walter he owes me a drink.â He laughed as he held his office door open.
Moments later I found myself standing outside on the sidewalk wondering what just happened to me. Iâd never been more abruptly or politely dismissed in all my life. I glanced at my watch. I still had some time before I needed to get back to thepaper, so from there I went down to police headquarters at 11th and State. The building had thirteen floors, an unlucky number. Danny Finn worked on the sixth floor.
âWell, well, well,â he said when he looked up from his desk. âTo what do I owe this nice surprise?â
Ever since weâd met at the DâArco wedding, Iâd been keeping in touch with him. Every few weeks or so Iâd drop by and grab a drink with him, see if he had some scoop for me. So far he hadnât offered me anything other than invitations for dinner.
That afternoon we went down the street to a bar on Plymouth Court. Danny smoothed his hands down the front of his uniform and placed his hat on the edge of the table. I reached for it and put it on my head.
âHow do I look? Think I could cut it as a police officer?â
He smiled. âYouâd definitely be the best-looking one on the force.â
I smiled back and removed his hat, setting it back on the edge of the table. I took a sip from my drink and I told him what I was up to.
âAnd here I thought you came to see me because you missed me.â
âOh, but it goes without saying that I missed you,â I said teasingly. âBut câmon, tell me if you know
anything
about this.â
âWish I could help you.â He picked at his beer label. âOne of these days Iâm bound to have something for you. Something big.â He winked and took a pull from his beer.
Over the next few days I met with one of McCartyâs aides and with Dr. MacAleese. The aide was polite but guarded and shed no new light on the documents produced by the finance committee, and all Dr. MacAleese did was confirm that McCartyâs reports were accurate.
I tried to focus on my regular assignments from Mrs. Angelo, but each time I took a break, my mind went back to theinsurance fraud, going over and over the facts. It was like a tangled chain I was trying to work through.
One morning at breakfast I asked my father for advice. âWhat did you used to do when you were investigating something and you hit a dead end?â I immediately regretted my choice of words, but he didnât seem to notice.
Without looking up from his newspaper, he said, âDepends on the story.â He