Stephen Cannell - The Tin Collector

"Boy, talk about a cluster fuck," she said, opening the conversation in typical in-your-face Barbara fashion.

"Yep, it's assholes on parade," he said, not showing her much.

"I'm here to back you up. I did the IO interview last night. I've been out, so I stopped by and signed it this morning on my way over."

"That's good. Thanks."

"So who's your new DR?" she asked. "I heard you canned DeMarco Saint."

"I'm gonna try my own board," he said.

"Is that smart?"

"I've been getting that question a lot, so I'm beginning to wonder." He smiled at her.

She fished a cigarette out of her purse, lit up, and started smoking in the small room. Shane wished she wouldn't; he'd never completely gotten over his desire for cigarettes.

"I figured I know the case better than anybody," he went on. "Since the department didn't want to give me more than a four-day postponement, I figured, what the hell…"

"Right. What the hell," she said. "Are we finally at a place where we can talk about the future?" she asked, smiling through the smoke.

Shane thought it'd be bad timing to piss her off just before she was going to testify. On the other hand, the IO had told him that she'd backed his story in her deposition, and he knew she pretty much had to stick to her statement.

He turned and faced her. "Y'know, Barb, I don't think we're gonna get a chance to see that happen." He watched her as her expression turned sour. "I've got some new responsibilities," he continued. "I took a blood test to see if I'm Chooch Sandoval's father. I'm expecting the results today. Then I'm picking him up and taking him home for the long weekend. We're gonna talk it out. After that, who knows? I may decide to raise him. I mean, if everything works out."

"Y'know, Shane, our timing was always pretty damn shitty, but you're not giving this a chance. Now that Ray's gone, it can work. And a kid? You wanna raise a kid?"

"Well, yeah, I sorta do," he finally said. "He and I hit it off."

"Kids are a drag," she said, stubbing out her cigarette. "Ray and I never wanted kids. You never said anything about wanting kids… baby-sitters, homework, car pools… You can't be serious?"

"Listen, Barbara, thanks for being there for me."

"Yeah. Well, I'm gonna see if they've got coffee. See you inside." She got up and left.

Over and out.

Then Commander Van Sickle arrived, and a uniformed police officer announced the commencement of the Scully Board, in hearing room one.

Shane walked out of the witness room and entered room one. It was the largest of the hearing rooms, and there were news crews in all the available chairs in the back. Internal Affairs Boards were public hearings, so there was no way of keeping the press out. They would have to suffer through his clumsy presentation of the defense.

The room was rectangular, with large arched windows that streamed in sunlight and backlit the three-man judging panel. The two sworn and one civilian panel members were seated in leather swivel chairs at a long table at the head of the room. The American and LAPD flags decorated opposite ends of the stage. A court reporter was in a chair off to the side.

Warren Zell was prosecuting the case for the department, and there were four IOs clustered around him. Shane was alone at the defense table; his one assigned investigating officer was still out, taking statements and collecting last-minute depositions. Hopefully he would be back by noon.

Commander Van Sickle opened the proceedings. "Sergeant Scully, are you ready to proceed?"

"Yes, sir."

"To start with, I'm going to read you your rights, from the Police Disciplinary Manual. Okay?"

"Yes, sir."

"You have the right to appear in person and present a defense to the charges against you. You have the right to be represented by a department defense representative. You may produce witnesses to testify on your behalf, including character witnesses. You may cross-examine witnesses testifying against you. You have the right to testify in your own defense. You have the right to be present when board members examine your personal history and records. You also have the right to have all sworn testimony at this hearing reported and transcribed by a hearing reporter. You shall be entitled to a copy thereof." He looked up. "Do you understand your rights?"

"Yes, sir."

"This board has been convened to determine if unnecessary and escalating force was used in the fatal shooting of Lieutenant Raymond Molar. There are five counts of misconduct, all listed in your letter of transmittal."

The door in the back of the room opened, and Alexa Hamilton walked into the hearing. Everybody turned to look at her. She was wearing a tailored black suit coat and skirt over a white silk blouse. A red scarf decorated the collar.

"Excuse me, Sergeant Hamilton. You've been replaced as the advocate on this case," Warren Zell said. "I thought you'd been told that."

"Could I have a moment with Sergeant Scully, Commander?" she asked the board chairman.

Commander Van Sickle heaved a sigh and nodded. She moved briskly across the room and sat down in the empty chair beside Shane, resting her purse on the defense table. She leaned in to whisper to him.

"Since I can't prosecute you, I'd love to defend you," she whispered in his ear.

"Are you serious?"

"You can choose anybody in the department below the rank of captain; the last time I checked, that included me. I know this case from top to bottom. I prepped it for ten days. I know where every piece of bullshit is. Warren Zell is a mediocre administrator and a worse trial advocate. Just say the word, and I'll kick his vanilla-milkshake ass."

"Alexa, will you please represent me?" he whispered softly.

"Honored."

"If you're through with your little discussion?" Van Sickle asked with irritation. "I'd like to get started."

"And I'd like to notify the board that I'm taking over as Sergeant Scully's defense rep," Alexa announced.

"I'm afraid you can't do that," Zell said, rising to his feet. "She's a member of the Advocate Division and, as such, is prohibited from acting as a defense rep."

"To be precise, I'm currently assigned to Southwest Patrol," Alexa said. "I was brought back to try this one case. Once I was replaced as the advocate, I was immediately reassigned to my Southwest Patrol commander, freeing me to fulfill Sergeant Scully's request that I represent him."

Commander Van Sickle looked over at Zell.

"It's completely improper, sir," the chief advocate protested.

"But not outside of department guidelines," Van Sickle said. "Sergeant Hamilton is accepted as defense rep."

"I'd like a recess for fifteen minutes to get my files on this case out of my car and up here into the hearing room. I reproduced the entire case history and have been working on it all night.

Maybe you could get a few officers to help me? There's a bunch."

???

They adjourned, then reconvened fifteen minutes later. For the rest of the day, Alexa shredded every piece of evidence that Zell put forward.

The board had been scheduled to go for two days, but by five o'clock that evening, Commander Van Sickle had heard enough.

"If you have something substantive to add that will make your case, would you put it on now, Commander Zell? Otherwise, I'd like to entertain a motion from Sergeant Hamilton to dismiss this case."

"Sir… Due to obvious circumstances, this case has been fraught with monumental difficulties."

"This case should never have been brought here in the first place," the commander scolded. "It should have gone to a Shooting Review Board, which would have resulted in a finding of appropriate use of force. So, unless there is some statement or evidence to the contrary, I'm suggesting that this board immediately dismiss the proceeding. And let Sergeant Scully get back to work."