Stephen Penner - Presumption of Innocence

"The No-Bloods," Chen answered.

"Cute," Yamata said. She was standing by the door, arms crossed. "Are their rivals the 'Not-Crips'?"

"Naw," Chen shrugged. "They're not part of the real gang scene. They're just some kids who like to play dress up."

"Is that why you didn't mention them before?" Brunelle asked.

"Yeah," replied Chen. "That, and they hadn't beaten your ass before."

"You think it's connected?" Yamata asked.

"No," Chen laughed. "I think Davey was in the wrong part of town chasing the wrong piece of tail."

Brunelle was surprised until Yamata explained, "I told him about the 'wrong girl' thing you said."

Brunelle nodded and put his head in his hand.

"Well, it's worth pursuing, don't you think?" he asked. "A pseudo-vampire gang that hangs out near the bar where Karpati met Holly?"

Chen frowned and nodded. "Sure. Why not?" Then he stood up and stepped toward the door. "I'm gonna run down to my office. I'll be right back."

When he returned he had a thin manila folder with some mug shots. "These are the ones we think are in the gang. Think you might recognize them?"

Brunelle shrugged. "Maybe. But shouldn't we do this the right way? With a photomontage and an admonition form first?"

Chen started to agree but Yamata cut him off. "No. Go ahead and ID them, but if this is related in any way to Karpati, you can't prosecute the assault."

"Why not?" Brunelle asked just before Chen did.

"Because then you'd be a witness," Yamata explained. "And you'd get taken off the case. No way I'm trying this without you."

Brunelle frowned and pushed back in his chair again. It made his back twinge where they'd kidney-punched him. "Good point."

"Well, you can still ID them," Chen suggested. "Then I'll go harass them. I'm sure they've committed some crime I can arrest them for."

"If not, plant something on them," Brunelle joked.

"Shh!" Chen pointed at Yamata. "Not in front of the newbie."

***

When they got back to the courthouse, Yamata went straight to her office to do some research Brunelle had insisted-over her objections-that she do, and that she keep quiet about. His mind was pulling together the pieces of the murder, the assault on him, and Welles' brief. His thoughts were immersed in the solution he was considering, so he was genuinely startled when he walked into his office to find Kat Anderson leaning against his desk.

"Kat!" He shook the thoughts from his head. "What are you doing here?"

Then he realized, and tried avoiding the coming storm. "Done already with your autopsies for the day?"

Kat offered a large and cold smile. "Slow day at the morgue, Mr. Brunelle," she said. "But that's okay, because I'm about to kill you."

"I can explain," Brunelle started. He used his calm voice, which was probably a mistake, and held his hands out, which ended up being a good move when Kat picked up his coffee mug and threw it at him.

"Don't pull that lawyer-crap on me, David! I know exactly what happened."

Brunelle nodded and frowned. He'd just expected Lizzy to keep quiet, so he didn't explicitly ask her to. Mistake, apparently. "What did she tell you?"

Kat picked up his stapler and threw that at him too. "I said no lawyer bullshit, David. Don't pull this 'what did she tell you' crap, trying to figure out what I know. You tell me. You tell me what happened, what you did to put my only child's life in danger."

Brunelle grimaced. He hadn't really thought of it that way.

"She wanted to do it," he protested. "In fact, she called me."

Kat eyed the tape dispenser next, but instead set her jaw and met Brunelle's gaze with force. "Of course she did, you jack-ass. You showed her attention. Her own fucking father doesn't call except on Christmas, and even then it's at the end of the day. He sends a belated birthday card every year too, but that's it. Then some handsome adult male father-figure comes into her life and she's already planning our wedding. By the time she picked up the phone, you were practically her step-father in her mind."

Brunelle grinned. "Handsome?"

The tape-dispenser flew past his head.

"Don't joke about this, David. Not this."

Before he could reply, there was a light knock on his office door. "Is everything okay in there?"

It was his secretary. "Yes, Danielle," Brunelle answered through the door. "Everything's fine."

The lack of response suggested the legal assistant had accepted his assurance.

"Sorry." Brunelle turned his attention back to Kat. "Where were we?"

She crossed her arms and glowered at him. "You were about to explain how you've endangered the life of my baby."

Brunelle nodded. "Right. Well, see, this is what we did…"

He explained it all. From his initial idea, to his phone call with Lizzy, through working out the logistics with the jail, and making sure word didn't get out to Welles or Edwards. And he made sure to emphasize what a good job Lizzy did.

Kat shook her head. "That damn girl is such a performer."

"She's got a future as a detective too," Brunelle added. "She's got great instincts."

Kat smiled. "She's got tight lips too. Never breathed a word of it to me."

Brunelle's jaw dropped. "What? But you said-"

"I said nothing, dear lawyer," Kat grinned. "I told you to tell me what happen and you did." Then she couldn't suppress a laugh. "You big dummy."

Brunelle wanted to be angry at being tricked, but that thick black hair and those twinkling eyes wouldn't let him. "Well done, counselor," he said instead. "So how did you even know?"

"All over the news," Kat replied. "Welles filed a motion to dismiss the case because you used an unidentified teenage girl to trick his client into making inculpatory statements."

"They weren't that inculpatory," Brunelle shook his head.

"Focus, lawyer boy," Kat responded. "You used a teenage girl to trick him three days after you learn about Odette and Odile from my daughter. Didn't take a brain surgeon to figure that one out."

"Just a medical examiner," Brunelle joked.

"We're smarter than brain surgeons anyway," Kat replied. "I've cut up plenty of brains in my day."

"I'm sure you have," Brunelle answered. "Although making sure they still worked wasn't really a concern."

"Details," Kat waved away Brunelle's comment. She sat on the edge of his desk and picked up his letter opener, testing its weight in her hand. Brunelle felt the urge to duck.

"But you know what really bothers me?" she asked. She didn't wait for a reply. "You lied to me, David. You promised me you wouldn't do it, and you did it anyway. You lied to me."

Brunelle waited for the letter opener to fly at him, but it remained distant, but ready, in Kat's steady hand. He decided to choose his words carefully.

"I didn't lie to you, Kat. I meant it. I wasn't going to do it at all until Lizzy called me. Then I thought back on our conversation. What I promised was to not put a wire on her. And we didn't. We used the jail's surveillance equipment."

Kat looked him square in the eye. "Are you fucking kidding me? You're going to split hairs like that? I basically have a knife in my hand. It's dull, but that's just gonna make it hurt more."

She started to stand up.

"It's not an insignificant difference," Brunelle insisted. "If we'd done a wire, we would have needed a warrant and I would have had to identify Lizzy in the warrant application. But as it is, I can keep her identity secret."

Kat paused, letter opener still at the ready. "Her identity is secret?"

Brunelle sighed. "Well, yes. Of course. I'm not that stupid. She's identified in the reports as confidential informant #7. And that just means she was the seventh C.I. Chen used so far this year."

Kat narrowed her eyes. "But you can't keep it secret forever. She's going to have to testify, right?"