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steering the conversation in a different direction. “Is that what’s been up your butt?”
    “Speaking as one who
ass
-iduously self-monitors, last check, I detected nothing foreign.”
    “If you say so. All I know is that I’ve been reading a vibe off you since we hit the crime scene.”
    “By staring at my butt?”
    “Joke it off if you want to, Rook. I know what I see.” At the stop light in front of the Ed Sullivan they sat in silence. Heat waited him out. Rook peered up at the Letterman
marquee. “Is it the wedding plans? Am I pressing too hard?”
    When the light changed, it became his turn to deflect. “Let’s talk about Management 101.”
    “OK…”
    “Just an observation from your loving spouse-to-be.”
    “I already don’t like where this is going.”
    He rested a gentle hand on her thigh and smiled. “Relax, just something to put in your head. Your squad is not only ambitious. My take is they’re also worried about loss of
leadership.”
    “Which is why I appointed Roach to run the shop.”
    “Using the words
temporary
and
interim
in the same sentence, you anointed them. If they’re your guys, why not just pull the trigger?”
    “Because I’m not sure.”
    “So not like you,” said Rook, and he was right. In the months when Nikki had been kept on a string, wondering when the nod would come for her own promotion, she had done all sorts of
forecasting about long-range goals as well as nuts-and-bolts thinking about the short term. She had drawn up wish lists and org charts in her head, some of which made it to paper or to her Evernote
app. All her plans became the subject of continual revision and second-guessing as her own appointment process became ever more protracted. Now, on her first official day on the job, she had what
golfers call the yips. Instead of hitting the ground running, she had balked.
    “My original plan was to have Sean and Miguel share the job.”
    “What happened?”
    “I can’t describe it. Overthinking. They have been in my squad the longest.”
    “And they are amazing. When you let them take point on the murder of that old stockbroker on West End, they kicked ass. They even tied his missing maid into your skyfall case.”
    “True.”
    “I’m hearing a
yeah, but
in your voice.” He regarded her. “Are you holding a grudge because they also gave you a ration of shit along the way?”
    Nikki shook her head no. “All about passion for the job. They never made it personal, and we all came out better on the other side. Maybe it’s the partner idea. That made me
reconsider. Then I started to choose, OK, which of the two? And then I saw nothing but a rift there. So then I started wondering whether they would be as good if I busted up the set. And that led
me to wonder if a solo choice should put Feller in the running. And Rhymer.”
    “Food truck!” Rook pointed to a produce delivery van with its blinker signaling a parking spot about to open up in front of Keen’s Chophouse. When Nikki had eased into the
space and killed the engine, he said, “As your trusted advisor, may I make two observations?”
    “Sure.”
    “First, careful consideration is one thing, but when you can’t make a decision, something else is going on.”
    When he said it, the words made her feel exposed, affecting her in a way that resonated beyond the task at hand. “And second?”
    “You’re going to make ’em scatter like cockroaches when you walk in this club dressed like that.” He chuckled and got out.
    Fortuna’s Wheel sat mid-block, a former restaurant fronting the sidewalk between a watch repair shop and a nail salon that advertised foot rubs. The club’s original neon sign, dating
from the 1940s, hung like a flag above a heavy wooden front door painted chocolate brown to match the faux-Tudor half-timbering inset in the tan stucco wall. At ground level the plaster was
scalloped by ancient gingery piss stains of passing dogs and carefree drunks. The smell of