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suits. They looked slick, very expensive, smart. The detective glanced up as
we entered a small booking room where the meeting was to be held," This
stinks, right? "he said.T happen to agree. But that's the system."
Macdougall the Philosopher sat down between his lawyers and the session began.
Betsey leaned into me. She whispered," This ought to be good. Now we get to
see what Justice bought."
Chapter Ninety-Two
The meeting started out very badly. Detective Weiss from NYPD Internal Affairs
took it upon himself to speak for the rest of us. Weiss found it necessary to
start at the beginning and methodically go over Macdougall's previous
statement sentence by sentence.
It was excruciating. I badly wanted to interrupt him, but I didn't. Every time
Weiss asked another question or launched into a senseless diatribe criticizing
Macdougall, I nudged Betsey's foot under the table. To punctuate a couple of
embarrassing exchanges she kicked me in the shins.
Macdougall finally had enough of it too. "You fucking suck! "he blew up at
Weiss. "You people are a joke. It's about your gut, Weiss, not covering your
fat ass. You're wasting my time. Let somebody else ask the questions."
He glared at Weiss, who still seemed not to get it.
"You're asking all the wrong fucking questions, asshole." Macdougall finally
stood up and shouted at the top of his voice," You're godawful at your job,
you suck, you're wasting everybody's time!"
Macdougall then stomped over to a grimy window that was covered by a heavy
metal screen and bars. His lawyers trailed after him. He said something, and
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they all laughed. Ho, ho, ho. What a crack-up Brian Macdougall was.
The rest of us sat at the conference table and watched them. Betsey consoled
Weiss, tried to keep up a united front.
"Fuck him, "Weiss said with unusual clarity and brevity," I can ask him
anything I want to. We bought that son of a bitch."
Betsey nodded at Weiss. "You're right, Harry. He's arrogant and he's wrong.
Typical detective, "she said," Maybe he would respond to Detective Cross. He
doesn't seem to like IAD."
Weiss shook his head at first, but then he relented. "Fine, whatever it takes.
Whatever works with this asshole. I'm a team player."
"We're all team players," she said and lightly patted Weiss's arm. She was
good. "Thanks for being open to the suggestion."
Macdougall came back to the table, and he seemed calmer. He even apologized to
Weiss. "I'm sorry. Nerves are a little frayed, you know."
I waited a couple of seconds for his apology to be accepted by Weiss, but the
IAD man never said a word. I finally began. "Detective Macdougall, why don't
you tell us what you have that's important. You know what you have to tell.
You also know what we want to hear."
Macdougall looked at both of his lawyers. He finally smiled.
Chapter Ninety-Three
"All right, let's try that approach. Simple questions and simple answers. I
met with the so-called Mastermind three times. Always down in Washington. Each
time I saw him, he gave us what he called' traveling expenses," That was fifty
grand a trip, which made it well worth our while, and also caught our
attention, piqued our interest.
"He was very, very buttoned-up. Thought everything through. Knew all the
angles. Knew what he was talking about. And he told us right off that our cut
of the action would be fifteen million dollars. He was very credible when he
talked about Metro Hartford He had a concept and a plan that was extremely
detailed. We felt it was workable, and it was."
"How did he know about you?" I asked. "How did he contact you?" Macdougall
liked the question, or made it seem as if he did. "There's a lawyer we use
sometimes. "He looked at the lawyers on either side of him. "Not these two
gentlemen. He contacted our other lawyer. We don't know exactly how he knew
about us, but he knew what we did, how we worked. That's useful information,
Detective Weiss. Make yourself a note. Who would know about us? Somebody in
law enforcement? A cop? One of ours, Detective Weiss? An agent with the FBI? A
cop from DC? Maybe somebody in this room? It could be anybody."
Weiss couldn't control himself. His face was red. The collar of his
button-down white shirt looked a couple of sizes too small. "But you already
know who it is, Macdougall? Isn't that right?"
Macdougall looked at Betsey and me. He shook his head. He couldn't believe
Weiss either. "I'm coming to that, to what I know, and what I don't know.
Don't underestimate the information that he knew about us. He knew about
Detective Cross. And about Agent Cavalierre. He knew everything. That's
important."
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