The Art of Deception

A Slippery Slope

Matthews heard the key in the lock, saw Blue run to paw the door, and set down the glass of wine. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and she thought herself a teenager as she crossed the room.

Blue started licking his hand the moment it showed.

LaMoia, looking exhausted, shut and locked the heavy door.

“Hi, honey, I’m home.”

His making light of it like that caught Matthews short and stopped her just prior to offering herself for a hug. What the hell had she been thinking?

“What’s with the radio car?” he asked, shedding the deerskin jacket and playing with Blue.

“Lou’s idea.”

“We’ve got Walker an overnight room in the Grand Hotel.”

“Good riddance.”

“We should make the reservation permanent, you ask me.”

“He’s working through this.”

She didn’t want to even think about business. She wanted to enjoy his company, order some takeout, get as far away from police business as possible.

It wasn’t to be. LaMoia said, “Bobbie Socks and the Sarge arrested a bank maintenance guy for Hebringer and Randolf.”

“Yes, he called,” she said. “He wants me in on the first round of interrogation, but the lawyers are into it pretty thick and it isn’t going to happen until tomorrow.”

“Same thing I heard,” he said. “Kind of shoots my theory on Walker.”

“It kind of does.”

“What?” he asked. “No ‘I told you so’?”

“Lou was hoping for a court order to process Walker’s clothing.”

“He got it. They lifted some blood. They’re testing whether it’s fish or human. Some fibers they want to run against a pile of shit they collected in the hideaway.”

“It wasn’t Walker’s,” she said. “Lou knows that. He wants to jam Walker up just to keep him off the streets. Fine with me.”

LaMoia noticed the open bottle of wine.

“Self-medicating,” she said, thinking it funny until her brain caught up with her mouth. “Sorry about that.”

“Do I look like I have a problem with it?”

They spent a half hour on the couch, LaMoia nursing a beer, Matthews working on the bottle of merlot she’d already promised to repay him. Blue settled in at their feet, looking like a rug that breathed.

“I think I should go at him,” she said.

“Walker? Are you kidding?”

“We need his help with the key.”

“We’re trying the Underground. The Sarge messengered a Polaroid over to an archaeologist at the U. Something’ll break.”

She said, “Somebody’s got to bring him up to speed on e-mail attachments.”

“He’s got his own ways of doing things.” He sounded mad at her, and she wondered how she deserved this.

The dog jumped to his feet and began to whine.

“Rehab needs a walk,” he said, toeing the dog’s fur with his right foot.

“It’s weird you call him that,” she said.

LaMoia took it wrong. “So, I’m weird. What of it?”

“Is something wrong, John?”

“Yeah, something’s wrong.”

“Me being here? Have I overstayed my welcome?” Why had she said that? She felt herself blush.

“What? No! It’s me … my stuff,” he said. He stood and the dog rallied. “Come on, you idiot.” He petted Blue’s head.

“Would I be in the way?” she asked.

“You still don’t have it figured out, do you, Matthews?”

“Probably not.”

“You’re not in the way.”

“Okay.” She fought back a flicker of anger. At herself? At him? She wasn’t sure.

He turned toward the couch, looking away momentarily.

“What you said just now … self-medicating …”

“Was stupid,” she interrupted.

He had sadder eyes than Blue. “Listen, Matthews … I stole two caps from your bathroom on my last visit. I tucked them away in my pocket and I walked around with them there for days, and I never said a thing to you, to Boldt. At the meetings.

Nothing.”

Somehow this scared her more than Walker had. Her words caught in her throat. “Did you … take them?”

“No, I tossed them, but I was this close to taking them,” he said. “I stole from you, and I didn’t tell you. I lied to myself that tossing them made it fine, but it didn’t make it fine. It sucks.

What an asshole I am. The worst of it is that I haven’t stopped thinking about them. I keep thinking how stupid it was to toss them.”

“You tossed them, John. That’s the point.”

“Listen, Matthews, this is as much about you as it is about those caps.”

“I understand that,” she said.

“Do you? I don’t think so. You don’t know the half of it.”

Indicating Blue, she said, “I think he’d rather we continue this outside.”

LaMoia found a slight grin. She thought: That’s better.

They moved toward the front door, the three of them. He hooked her arm and said, “The guys in the cruiser out front.

They’ll see us. You know they’re gonna talk if we walk armin-arm.”

“So they talk. They’re already going to talk.”

“It’s not like we’ve done anything,” he said.

“No, it’s not,” she agreed.

His words hung in the air on the way out.

They passed the cruiser and LaMoia waved.

“Well,” he said to Matthews, “I guess it’s all downhill from here.”

Downhill, but a slippery slope, she thought.

Blue found a hydrant and watered it down.

Matthews knew she would sleep alone that night, but catching herself even thinking about this had her wondering what she was getting herself into.