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    Now, it was too late with Alex. She’d moved in with her boyfriend, another cop. He’d missed his chance. “I know I can trust you, that’s why I came here. I can’t go to my boss, you know how it is—a slap on the wrist or they’ll reassign me. I’ve turned my back on crap other cops have done, minor stuff that just isn’t worth fighting over. But this? Tommy has a gambling problem, and I think he’s taking money from the Russian mob. Sergei Rykov. And I know Rykov is suspected of running girls, running drugs, building his organization. Ever since I transferred to the Northern Command last year, I wondered how he could get away with it, why the police could never pin anything on him. Now I know why. He has cops on his payroll. I don’t think Tommy is the only one, but I can’t go to my commander without proof. And need something so egregious no one can ignore it.”
    “We should call the FBI.”
    “Why? Don’t you have an investigative unit in the D.A.’s office?” She’d sounded panicked. No cop wanted to work with the feds against one of their own.
    “This would be a federal investigation. Public corruption is almost always investigated by the FBI. I’ll talk to my sister first.” Megan was the SSA of Violent Crimes. “But if anyone has an open investigation into Sergei Rykov, it’ll be Dean Hooper.”
    “I don’t know him.”
    “You know Officer Riley Knight?”
    “Of course. We used to work together in Central Command.”
    “Dean is his brother-in-law. He’s a good guy. You can trust him as much as you trust me. You can ask Riley about him.”
    She looked nervous, but agreed. “Just tell me what to do, because I can’t live like this. I almost put in for a transfer ... but if I don’t do something, who will?”
     

 
    Chapter Three
     
    Detective Jim Perry shut off his phone before he went to the penthouse where the hotel had put Hart and his entourage. He didn’t need anymore calls, didn’t need to be nagged, didn’t need anyone breathing down his neck.
    He just needed to do his job.
    He flashed his badge to the CHP officer standing at Hart’s door, then went in. It was a clusterfuck. Reporters and staff and security. He spotted Lieutenant Governor Travis Hart standing by one of the windows, talking on his cell phone. Jim went straight over to him and interrupted. “Mr. Hart, we need talk about the shooting. Now.”
    Hart wrapped up his conversation quickly and said, “Of course, Detective.”
    “Is there any place private we can talk?”
    Hart shook his head. “Not really. We have the two rooms adjoining this, but staff is in there. The CHP said you’d want to talk to everyone.”
    “Yes I do,” Jim said. He motioned for the people hovering around their boss to go to the other side of the room. He’d like to have done the interviews one-on-one and without the commotion, but he also wanted to do them now.
    Hart still wore the suit he had on earlier, but he’d taken off his jacket. Blood spotted the crisp white. “You weren’t hit, were you Mr. Hart?”
    Hart looked down. “No. But the woman was. I was told she was okay, but going to the hospital.”
    “She’s fine,” Jim said. “Start at the beginning. Was your trip to the hotel planned? On your schedule?”
    “Yes,” Hart said. “I had scheduled a noon press conference here, in one of the ballrooms, to announce my anti-crime initiative. I have secured the endorsements of more than a dozen Sheriffs and Police Chiefs, as well as the last three Attorney Generals—even though one of them isn’t of my political party. In light of the initiatives on the upcoming ballot, I wanted to get out front on a few issues.”
    “I really don’t need the lesson in politics,” Jim snapped. “Were any of these endorsers here with you?”
    “Yes, but they’d arrived earlier and were already in the ballroom awaiting my arrival. They’d given earlier interviews with the press.”
    Jim scribbled down the notes. “When