Three Shirt Deal

Chapter 44.

SOMETHING WOKE ME. I ALMOST WENT BACK TO SLEEP, BUT some instinct, bred from four years of marriage, told me that Alexa was out of bed. I opened my eyes and saw her moving around our darkened bedroom. It was still the middle of the night. I lay quietly and watched while she dressed, putting on black jeans, a dark sweater, and tennis shoes. She clipped her backup gun to her belt, and then slipped into a black windbreaker. "Better take a mask," I said, and she jumped, letting out a little squeal. "Shane, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." "Right, thanks. So what's all this?" I pointed to her outfit as I glanced at the clock. It was only twelve-fifty a. M. She was obviously heading out somewhere. "Just taking a little canal walk," she said. "Couldn't sleep." "You always dress in black and pack a gun when you take canal walks?" I sat up and squinted at her. "Shane, I…" She stopped and then gave me a sheepish smile. "Go back to sleep." "Come on, babe. We just got our mojo back. Don't run off and ruin it." "I'm not ruining it." "I want to know what you're doing." I stood up, put my own jeans on, and slipped into a T-shirt. "So what's up?" I said. "Okay, look. I can't get those M. E. reports out of my head. You're right. Wade Wyatt or Mike Church committed all three of these murders. And like you said, the same murder weapon might have been used on both Juan Iglesia and Ron Torgason." "Exactly." "Exactly." She stood with hands on her hips, not wanting to say more. "So what's with the cat burglar duds?" "I… I just picked what was handy." "I don't think so." "Look,Shane…" "Alexa, I thought you said you wanted us to work this case together. Together doesn't mean sneaking off and doing something stupid while I'm over here sawing lumber." I started looking for my tennis shoes and spotted them under her side of the bed. "Please don't tell me you were just about to sneak over to the Church of Destruction and toss that place looking for a murder weapon." "Okay, I won't tell you that then." "Why would you do that without me?" "Because all of a sudden, you've turned into this nagging voice of caution and because these assholes came in here and went through our things, and because I don't know what else to do." "Sit down." "I don't want another lecture." "Sit the fuck down," I commanded, pissed off this time. She finally moved over and sat on the corner of the bed. I sat facing her, our knees almost touching. "Since Tony relieved you, you've changed again." "Right. I already told you that. I'm finally seeing what you've been saying all these years. You should be flattered." "It's just another version of TBI. It's not you." "What isn't?" "This Bat Girl thing. This don't-give-a-shit methodology." She took both my hands in hers. "Shane, you keep telling me about how, before me and Chooch, you used to be this dark person-this negative force-and how after Chooch and I came into your life all that changed and how much better you feel about yourself now. Well, I was just the opposite. I was this boring little Girl Scout. Never broke a rule or caused a problem. I raised my brother, Buddy, after my parents died. I picked up his messes and fixed his screwups. But in the process I became this rigid control freak who was more or less living my life to please other people. Even though I criticized the way you did things, some part of me admired you for being free enough to walk your own path and strong enough to pull it off." "So now what? In an attempt to be like me, you're just gonna crash and burn for the amusement of our enemies?" "Who says I'm gonna crash and burn?" "This isn't you, Alexa, okay? This new person, this gun-toting cat burglar is not you anymore than the angry, disorganized person from before. I want the woman I married." "What if she isn't around anymore? What if she's gone forever?" "I talked to Luther. He says these kinds of personality changes are just symptoms of the TBI. People often revert back to who they were before. I'm trying to keep you from destroying everything before that happens." "But what if I don't want to be the old me anymore? What if I now think the old me was a tedious bore?" "You don't know what you want," I said. "Don't patronize me," she barked, the intense anger back in a snap. "Okay. That didn't come out the way I wanted. But, honey, I don't like where this is heading." "You and Scout were right to work the case. Tony, Jane Sasso, everybody up on six just wants us to go away and let Tru rot in there. But we're stuck with this because, like you said, we let it happen. We're probably both finished in the department anyway, so what do you suggest we do? Just let Tru's car up at Corcoran finish the job? I keep asking, but so far you haven't answered. You just lecture me." "If we break into that garage and find a murder weapon without paper backing the search, the weapon will no longer be usable evidence." "But just like you with that BlackBerry, at least we'll know we're on the right track." "That's a terrible answer," I said. "I want…" Then she stopped. "Go on." "I want to make this right. I feel responsible. I never should have put a queen bitch like Sasso in charge of Internal Affairs. Vic Terravicious warned me about her and I didn't listen." "But an illegal search will just make things worse." "Bottom line? I don't think we can fix this bad due-process thing or set Olivia Hickman's murder straight," she said. "Too much has gone wrong that we can't change. We've already got a big fruit-of-the-poison-tree problem." She was referring to the legal principle that states all facts stemming from illegally obtained evidence are automatically inadmissible. "All that we can do now is get enough information to keep Church from trying to kill Tru again. He won't risk going to prison for premeditated murder if we can discover what his motive is in advance. We have to forget Olivia Hickman, the miscarriage of justice, and just focus on trying to keep Tru alive." I'd been slowly moving toward that same conclusion myself. All of the questionable searches I did were on Secada's bad due-process case and they were all part of the Olivia Hickman murder. They had nothing to do with any future crime that might be committed such as a second attempt on Tru's life. "They won't kill him if we know the motive for the murder. That's your point, right?" "Exactly," she said. "That's why I was gonna look in that garage. I didn't think you'd understand."