“We’re looking for him, yeah,” he finally said.
“I assume that wherever he’s at, if he’s alive, he’s got his cell phone with him, right?” she asked quickly. “Or was it recovered at his home or elsewhere?”
“Not as far as I know.”
“Then if he’s out there in hiding, he has his phone. If he’s dead, then whoever killed him has his phone. Either way, how is it known that I called him? Are you going to tell me they pulled his call records that quick? I’ve never turned a phone company warrant around in less than a day before, let alone on a Saturday when nobody’s working. On top of that, he’s a witness, not a suspect. There is no probable cause for a warrant to pull his records in the first place.”
Carr didn’t respond.
“I guess the alternative is that they have my records or a tap on my phone, but that doesn’t make sense unless you lied to me yesterday and I actually am a primary suspect. If that’s the case, you wouldn’t have let me tape our conversation. And you wouldn’t have talked to me period without Mirandizing me.”
“You’re not a suspect, Ballard. I told you that.”
“Okay, then it comes back to my question. How does anyone know I was calling Robison?”
Carr shook his head in frustration.
“Look, I don’t know,” he said. “Maybe it was a welfare warrant. He’s gone and they got a warrant to pull his records because they’re worried he might be in trouble or something.”
“I already thought about that, but it doesn’t work,” Ballard said. “If they wanted to find him to see if he was okay, they would have pinged his phone to find his location and check on him. There’s something else. Somebody knows I called him. Who told you?”
“Listen to me. All I know is that my lieutenant came out of the meeting and told me you had been calling Robison and I needed to find out why and shut you down. That’s it.”
“Who’s your lieutenant?”
“Blackwelder.”
“Okay, what meeting was Blackwelder in?”
“What?”
“You just said he came out of a meeting and gave you instructions about me. Don’t play dumb. What meeting?”
“He was in the meeting with Olivas and a couple other RHD guys. Major Crimes got called in after Chastain got hit, and it was the meeting where Olivas brought Blackwelder up to speed.”
“So Olivas is the source. Somehow he knew that I had been calling Robison.”
Carr looked around the busy hallway to make sure no one was overtly watching them. People were going by in all directions, but none seemed to be interested in the two detectives.
“Maybe,” he said. “He wasn’t the only guy in the room.”
“More than maybe,” Ballard said. “Think about it. How did Olivas know I was calling Robison if he doesn’t have his phone?”
Ballard waited but Carr said nothing.
“Something doesn’t add up,” she said.
“This is part of your cop theory, isn’t it?” Carr finally said. “You want to put this on a cop.”
“I want to put it on the person responsible. That’s it.”
“Well, then, what’s the next move here?”
“I don’t know. But I think you need to proceed with caution.”
“Listen, Ballard, I get it. Olivas fucked you over big time. But suggesting without a shred of evidence that he knows about this, or has information about—”
“That’s not what I am doing.”
“Seems like it to me.”
Frustrated, Ballard looked around the hallway while she decided what to do.
“I have to go,” she finally said.
“Where?” Carr asked. “You still need to steer clear of this, Ballard.”
“I have my own case to work. So don’t worry.”
She stood up and looked down at Carr.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he said. “You have zero evidence of anything. You have a theory. But even if you are right about it being a cop, trying to put it on the guy everyone knows is your antagonist in the department doesn’t sell, Ballard.”
“At least not yet,” Ballard said.
She started to walk off.
“Ballard, would you come back here?” Carr said.
She turned back and looked down at him again.
“Why?” she said. “You’re not going to do anything and I got a case that I need to work.”
“Just sit down a minute, will you?” Carr pleaded.
She reluctantly sat.
“You did this yesterday,” Carr said. “‘I have a case to work. Good-bye.’ What’s so important about this other case?”
“There’s a guy out there hurting people because he likes it,” Ballard said. “He’s big evil and I’m going to stop him.”
“Thomas Trent?”
“How the fuck do you know that?”
But then she shook her head. She didn’t need the answer, though Carr gave it.
“You know that every access to NCIC is logged,” he said. “I saw that you ran down the three stiffs in the booth and this Thomas Trent. I was wondering who this guy was and what the connection was.”
“Now you know,” Ballard said. “No connection. You people... That case has nothing to do with Chastain or the Dancers or anything else.”
“Good to know.”
“Look, are you going to do anything with what I just gave you or not?”
“I will, Ballard, but think about what you’re suggesting. A police lieutenant kills five people in a bar, then takes out one of his own people? For what? Because he’s got — what? Gambling debts? It’s a big fucking stretch.”
“There’s no explanation for why people kill. You know that. And if you cross that line, what’s to stop you from going from one to six?”
She looked off and down the hallway. In that moment, she saw a man avert his eyes from her. He was across the hall and one courtroom down. He was wearing a suit but he looked more cop than lawyer.
Ballard looked casually back at Carr.
“There’s somebody watching us,” she said. “Black male, stocky, brown suit, across the hall and down one.”
“Relax,” Carr said. “That’s Quick, my partner.”
“You brought your partner?”
“You’re a wild card, Ballard. I wanted to make sure things were cool.”
“Was he there yesterday when we had our ‘dinner date’ too?”
“He was nearby, yeah.”
Ballard looked back over at Carr’s partner.
“He doesn’t look that quick to me,” she said.
Carr laughed.
“His name is Quinton Kennedy,” he said. “We call him Quick.”
Ballard nodded.
“So look,” Carr said. “I’m taking all of this under advisement, okay? I’m going to go back and talk to my lieutenant and finesse out the thing about Robison’s phone. I’ll find out how we knew you called him. If it’s there like you think, I’ll get back to you, and then we have to talk about the next step. Where we take it.”
“We take it to the D.A.,” Ballard said. “We take it to J-SID.”
“Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. We need a lot more than knowledge about your phone calls. There still could be a reasonable explanation.”
“You keep thinking that, Carr. And keep Quick on your six. You don’t want to end up like my former partner.”
Ballard stood up again. Without another word she walked off toward the elevator alcove. She threw a mock salute toward Quick and he squinted his eyes at her as though he didn’t know who she was. But it was too late for that.
24
Ballard got good and bad news when she arrived at the acute-care nursing station on the third floor at County-USC. The good news came when she was informed that Ramona Ramone was conscious and alert and that she had been upgraded to fair condition. The bad news was that she was still intubated, unable to talk, and through hand signals appeared not to know why she was hospitalized or what had happened to her.