Steve Gannon - Kane

“You all know why you’re here,” Fitzpatrick continued. “Over the years many cities-Seattle, San Diego, New York, and Chicago, to name a few-have faced situations similar to the one challenging us today. They chose to ignore the political dangers involved, and when their problems didn’t go away, everyone wound up with egg on his face, politicians and law enforcement personnel alike. That is not going to happen here. In a few minutes I’m going downstairs to announce the formation of an LAPD/Orange County Sheriff’s Department interagency task force. I do this with the utmost confidence that our two organizations, proceeding under the direction of my office, will work cooperatively to apprehend the killer now threatening our citizens. With increasing pressure to cut law enforcement budgets and a political climate swinging progressively to the left, it’s essential that we end this thing quickly and decisively. Anything less, and the media will walk all over us. You men are an elite group. You’ve been chosen for your outstanding investigative records, staunch discipline, and unquestionable ability. You’re the best of the best. I know you won’t let me down.”

“I think I’m gettin’ a hard-on,” whispered Deluca.

A number of nearby detectives chuckled, including me. Fitzpatrick glared in our direction, then continued with what was obviously a dry run for his speech to the media downstairs in the civic auditorium. “You will be operating under the joint command of Lieutenant Kenneth Huff from the OC Sheriff’s Department and Lieutenant William Snead of the LAPD. Both are capable officers in whom I have the highest confidence.”

At Snead’s name, I groaned inwardly, suddenly realizing what Lieutenant Long had meant by last night’s warning.

“The ‘Candlelight Killer Task Force,’ or some similar appellation, as I’m sure our friends in the media will soon be calling you,” Fitzpatrick continued, “will have its own facilities, phones, and computer terminals. Members of the Los Angeles District Attorney’s office will be working with you hand in hand. They have assured me that they’ll offer every possible consideration. The task force will have the funds, resources, and personnel to get the job done, and done quickly. And that’s what I expect. Questions?”

Although the room stirred uneasily, no one spoke. I knew that every investigator there was thinking the same thing: Throwing money and personnel at a case didn’t necessarily bring results.

“Good,” said Fitzpatrick. “Then I leave you to your work. But one thing I want to make crystal clear: This killer must be caught.” With that, Fitzpatrick turned and strode out the door.

The rest of his retinue followed, with the exception of Lieutenants Huff and Snead. Captain Lincoln, who had stood at the rear of the room during the mayor’s speech, joined those departing. Seeing this, Lieutenant Long rose and exited, too.

Moving into the vacuum of the mayor’s departure, Lieutenant Snead stepped forward. “Some of you I know; some I don’t,” he said curtly. “For those I haven’t met, I’m Lieutenant William Snead. This is Lieutenant Huff,” he added, nodding at a short, wiry man to his left. Huff, who wore his thinning blond hair short and sported a full mustache, sat without comment, seeming content to let Snead handle the preliminaries.

“Our operational parameters will be as follows,” Snead went on officiously. “OC personnel will answer directly to Lieutenant Huff; all LAPD detectives will fall under my supervision. In conjunction with his other duties, Lieutenant Huff will serve as case-review coordinator, acting as a clearing house for all crime reports and supplementals. He’ll also oversee scheduling and coordination of followup investigations, and be responsible for reviewing, analyzing, and charting all reports and status updates.

“Besides heading up the LAPD investigative efforts, I will act as liaison to the coroner’s offices and crime labs in Orange County and Los Angeles, and handle evidence control. I will also serve as our link with the media. There will be no leaks on this case. All communication with the press will go through me, and me alone.”

I smiled, realizing that although Snead had positioned himself to garner whatever glory might result from the investigation, he had obviously forgotten that if something went wrong, he would be the one taking the heat.

“You find something amusing, Detective Kane?” Snead demanded.

I shrugged. “I was just thinking that with you and Lieutenant Huff doing all the work, there won’t be much left for the rest of us poor slobs.”

Barrello, who was sitting behind me, laughed out loud.

Snead scowled, his gaze traveling between Barrello and me. As he started to respond, Lieutenant Huff broke in. “Before this is over, I think we will all have plenty to keep us busy.”

“Amen to that,” said Deluca. Several other detectives nodded in agreement.

Still glowering, Snead pushed ahead. “As Mayor Fitzpatrick indicated, we’ll have our own phones, computers, unlimited overtime approval, and a twenty-four-hour hotline. Beginning tomorrow, every member of the task force will be here promptly at seven-thirty. Briefings will be held on a daily basis; more often if needed. Attendance is mandatory. As of now, we’re all on this full-time-twenty-four hours a day if necessary. All other investigations and commitments, with the exception of court appearances, are to be reassigned. You will be given copies of the OC and LAPD crime reports. Review them and be up to speed for tomorrow’s briefing.

“Now, before I turn over the meeting to Lieutenant Huff, I want to stress the importance of teamwork. This will be a joint effort. We’ll use every available source, of which, I might add, the hotline will undoubtedly prove indispensable. Someone out there knows the killer. Through attention to detail, we’ll find him, but we’ll have to pull together to do it.” Staring directly at me, he added, “There will be no room for prima donnas.”

I held Snead’s gaze but said nothing.

“Last but not least,” Snead went on, “keeping all paperwork current is essential. Daily supplementals are a must. Anyone not turning them in will answer to me. The chief will demand regular updates, and if I look bad because one of you isn’t cooperating, I’ll pass the grief down the line. Understood?”

When no one responded, Snead picked up a pile of blue forms and handed them to me. “Get these back to me tomorrow.”

I looked down at the VICAP analysis sheets Snead had handed me, flipping through a sheaf of pale-blue FBI forms that contained hundreds of laborious, case-specific questions. VICAP, an acronym for Violent Criminal Apprehension Program, had been established years back to collect and analyze data on violent crime. Although the nationwide computer center had seemed a good idea at first, over time it had enjoyed only marginal success as a tool for apprehending criminals. I, like most homicide investigators, considered it a waste of time.

“You have a problem with this, Detective?” asked Snead.

“Nope. I love filling out worthless forms.”

Snead’s face darkened. “Good,” he said. “In that case, you can assemble the FBI profiling materials as well. In addition to the LAPD psychiatric workup, we’re giving the FBI behaviorists a shot. Have the profile packet on my desk tomorrow morning, along with the VICAP forms.”

I sighed. I had procured FBI profiles before. The process entailed a tedious assembly of victimology reports, submission materials, and case files complete with supplementals, lab results, autopsy protocols, and photos. In theory, psychological workups made sense, but in my experience, most FBI profiles, like the VICAP program, ultimately proved worthless.