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Darkly dreaming Dexter :: Lindsay Jeffry P.
Страница: 44 из 160I cleared my throat, and when that didn't do any good I coughed, loud enough to remind her to stay cool. She looked at me. So did LaGuerta. “Sorry,” I said. “I think I'm getting a cold.”
Could anyone really ask for a better brother?
“The, um, cold ,” Deborah blurted, lunging at my lifeline. “A refrigerated vehicle could probably cause that kind of tissue damage. And it's mobile, so he'd be harder to catch. And getting rid of the body would be a lot easier. So, uh, if one was stolen, I mean a truck… a refrigerated… that might give us a lead.”
Well, that was most of it, and she did get it out there. One or two thoughtful frowns blossomed around the room. I could almost hear gears turning.
But LaGuerta just nodded. “That's a very… interesting thought, Officer,” she said. She put just the smallest emphasis on the word officer , to remind us all that this was a democracy where anybody could speak up, but really… “But I still believe that our best bet is to find the witness. We know he's out there.” She smiled, a politically shy smile. “Or she ,” she said, to show that she could be sharp. “But somebody saw something. We know that from the evidence . So let's concentrate on that, and leave grasping at straws for the guys in Broward, okay?” She paused, waiting for a little chuckle to run around the room. “But Officer Morgan, I would appreciate your continued help talking to the hookers. They know you down there.”
My God, she was good. She had deflected anyone from possibly thinking about Deb's idea, put Deb in her place, and brought the team back together behind her with the joke about our rivalry with Broward County. All in a few simple words. I felt like applauding.
Except, of course, that I was on poor Deborah's team, and she had just been flattened. Her mouth opened for a moment, then closed, and I watched her jaw muscles knot as she carefully pushed her face back into Cop Neutral. In its own way, a fine performance, but truly, not even in the same league as LaGuerta's.
The rest of the meeting was uneventful. There was really nothing to talk about beyond what had been said. So very shortly after LaGuerta's masterful putdown, the meeting broke up and we were in the hall again.
“Damn her,” Deborah muttered under her breath. “Damn, damn, damn her!”
“Absolutely,” I agreed.
She glared at me. “Thanks, bro. Some help you were.”
I raised my eyebrows at her. “But we agreed I would stay out of it. So you would get the credit.”
She snarled. “Some credit. She made me look like an idiot.
Could anyone really ask for a better brother?
“The, um, cold ,” Deborah blurted, lunging at my lifeline. “A refrigerated vehicle could probably cause that kind of tissue damage. And it's mobile, so he'd be harder to catch. And getting rid of the body would be a lot easier. So, uh, if one was stolen, I mean a truck… a refrigerated… that might give us a lead.”
Well, that was most of it, and she did get it out there. One or two thoughtful frowns blossomed around the room. I could almost hear gears turning.
But LaGuerta just nodded. “That's a very… interesting thought, Officer,” she said. She put just the smallest emphasis on the word officer , to remind us all that this was a democracy where anybody could speak up, but really… “But I still believe that our best bet is to find the witness. We know he's out there.” She smiled, a politically shy smile. “Or she ,” she said, to show that she could be sharp. “But somebody saw something. We know that from the evidence . So let's concentrate on that, and leave grasping at straws for the guys in Broward, okay?” She paused, waiting for a little chuckle to run around the room. “But Officer Morgan, I would appreciate your continued help talking to the hookers. They know you down there.”
My God, she was good. She had deflected anyone from possibly thinking about Deb's idea, put Deb in her place, and brought the team back together behind her with the joke about our rivalry with Broward County. All in a few simple words. I felt like applauding.
Except, of course, that I was on poor Deborah's team, and she had just been flattened. Her mouth opened for a moment, then closed, and I watched her jaw muscles knot as she carefully pushed her face back into Cop Neutral. In its own way, a fine performance, but truly, not even in the same league as LaGuerta's.
The rest of the meeting was uneventful. There was really nothing to talk about beyond what had been said. So very shortly after LaGuerta's masterful putdown, the meeting broke up and we were in the hall again.
“Damn her,” Deborah muttered under her breath. “Damn, damn, damn her!”
“Absolutely,” I agreed.
She glared at me. “Thanks, bro. Some help you were.”
I raised my eyebrows at her. “But we agreed I would stay out of it. So you would get the credit.”
She snarled. “Some credit. She made me look like an idiot.