Then Cyril turned on bright overhead fluorescents.
“Hayden will be here soon,” Cyril told him. He fired up his e-cigarette and added with a smirk, “Don’t worry, you won’t need your gun.”
Frost studied the loading dock. There were two white panel vans parked inside. The floor was concrete. He saw import crates stacked in ten-foot columns, smelling as if they’d come directly from container ships at the harbor. The space was quiet except for the occasional hiss as Cyril inhaled his vape pen. The other cop leaned against the crates, watching Frost but making no attempt to engage in conversation.
Fifteen slow minutes passed with the two of them alone. Frost began to get impatient, but finally, he heard the bang of an interior door and the click of leather shoes on the stone floor. The captain emerged from behind one of the vans, walking with a slight limp. He wore a business suit, which was a surprise. Frost couldn’t remember seeing him out of his dress blues. Hayden’s bulk tested the seams of the fabric.
“Hello, Easton,” the captain’s foghorn voice rumbled.
“Good evening, sir.”
Hayden shot a glance at Cyril. “Anyone follow you two?”
“No, sir. We’re good.”
Hayden nodded, satisfied. “Sorry for the cloak-and-dagger,” he told Frost, “but I didn’t want anyone in the department to see us talking. I own this building, and I keep an office here.”
Frost didn’t ask how the captain could afford seven-figure San Francisco commercial real estate. The city ran on sweetheart deals for people in power. “What did you want to talk about, sir?”
“I’m sure you can guess. Lombard.”
“I thought Lombard was a myth,” Frost replied evenly.
“Yes, I know that’s what I said, and if anyone asks, that’s still the story. The official word is that Lombard doesn’t exist and never has. That’s what we tell anyone from the press, too. Is that understood? I don’t want to read otherwise in the papers.”
Frost got the message. Hayden knew he’d met with the reporter from the Chronicle, and that meant he was being watched.
“Of course,” he said.
“I don’t imagine you’re surprised to learn that Lombard is real,” Hayden went on.
“I’m not surprised at all, but why keep it a secret?”
“Two reasons. First, the best way to catch Lombard is to lull him into thinking we still don’t believe he exists at all. If he gets complacent, maybe he’ll make a mistake.”
“And the other reason?” Frost asked.
“I’m fairly sure that Lombard has spies in the department. That’s why I’m careful what I say inside Mission Bay. For the time being, the only people who know about this are the three of us in this room.”
Frost’s eyes went to Cyril and then back to Hayden. “Not that I’m complaining, but why do you trust me? You and I haven’t exactly been allies over the years.”
Hayden’s face broke into a smile. “You’re direct, Easton, I’ll give you that. Whatever you may think, I’ve always liked that about you. The fact is, no, I didn’t know if I could trust you. That’s why I’ve been cautious. But you’ve convinced me that you’re not in Lombard’s pocket.”
“How did I do that?”
“You didn’t buy the Diego Casal story. You kept pushing. Look, the Denny Clark murder smelled of Lombard’s involvement from the beginning. That’s why I was there as soon as it happened. I told you that I thought this might be a drug-related homicide because I wanted to see if Lombard took the bait. Which he did. If you were working for him, you would have dropped the case as soon as we had a witness who claimed that Casal was on Denny’s boat. You didn’t. You’re still investigating. So it’s time to bring you into the loop so we can work together.”
“Off the books?” Frost asked.
“Exactly.”
“In other words, I disobey your official orders by going after Lombard, and if I screw up, you burn me?”
This time, Hayden and Cyril both smiled. “Yes, that’s about the size of it,” the captain admitted. “I could lie and tell you otherwise, but you wouldn’t believe me. The fact is, you’re already disobeying my orders about Lombard, right? You’re still going after him. At least this way, we’ll have an understanding, which is more than you have now.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“First, bring me up to date on what you’ve found out. Who was really on Denny Clark’s boat last Tuesday? I know it wasn’t Diego Casal. What happened that brought Lombard into play?”
Hayden made his inquiry sound smooth and casual. He was simply a captain looking for an update on a sensitive homicide investigation. Maybe. Or maybe he was using this entire conversation as a ruse to find out whether Frost had uncovered the truth. If Frost mentioned the mayor or Zelyx or Martin Filko, then it was still possible he wouldn’t leave the loading dock alive. And Lombard would know that Belinda Drake had betrayed him.
Frost thought about what Gorham had said. I only told one person what I was doing. Captain Hayden. No one else knew.
He thought about Belinda. Trust no one.
And Herb. Don’t talk to the cops.
“Is there a problem, Easton?” Hayden asked when Frost was silent.
“You said you like that I’m direct. Well, I’ll be direct, sir. I’m in a deserted loading dock. My phone is off. No one knows where I am. A suspicious man might be concerned.”
“Secrecy protects all of us,” Hayden replied. “I explained that.”
“You also said there were spies inside the department, and there’s no way to know who.”
Hayden nodded his huge head slowly. “In other words, how do you know that I’m not on that list? Or Cyril?”
“That’s right.”
“Let me guess. Trent Gorham told you not to trust me.”
Frost didn’t say anything.
“You don’t have to pretend,” Hayden went on. “I know you and Gorham have been meeting. That’s why I wanted to see you right away. You need to be very careful with Gorham. The more you tell him, the more you put yourself at risk.”
“Are you suggesting that Gorham is a Lombard operative?” Frost asked.
“Is that such an outrageous idea? Don’t you find it strange that Gorham has managed to take the lead on so many cases that seem to be connected to Lombard? And that most of those cases have gone unsolved?”
Frost frowned. The captain knew how to play on his doubts. “Gorham told me about finding a Lombard spy a couple of years ago. He tried to use her as a mole, and she was killed. Do you remember that?”
“I do. She was a staff attorney in the prosecutor’s office.”
“Gorham says you were the only one who knew about it. He didn’t tell anyone else. So how did Lombard find out?”
“I wish I could tell you. However, I wasn’t the only one who knew. I shared the details with a handful of senior people inside and outside the department. The idea of prosecutions being compromised is politically sensitive. I couldn’t keep it to myself.”
“Do you mind if I ask who you told?”
“The chief. A couple of other captains. The mayor. Two people on the city council. It wasn’t a large group.”
Frost kept his reaction off his face, but he’d heard what he expected. The mayor.
“Anyway, someone obviously leaked it,” the captain went on. “Probably a staffer in one of their offices. That’s why I’m very cautious now about spies.”