“Do you think I’d deny it because you haven’t recovered the slug?” She turned to her bureau chief. “Mr. Pearsall, this is a friendly meeting, right?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then why is Mr. Sneed wearing a wire? Engineering Division quit making those tiepin microphones years ago. He’s got an F-Bird in his breast pocket just recording away. Are we wearing wires to one another’s offices now?”
Pearsall’s face turned red. If Sneed was wired, it was the worst kind of treachery, but nobody wanted to be heard on tape telling Sneed to turn it off.
“We don’t need any attitude from you or accusations,” Sneed said, pale with anger. “We’re all here to help you.”
“To help me do what? Your agency called this office and got me assigned to help you on this raid. I gave Evelda Drumgo two chances to surrender. She was holding a MAC l0 under the baby blanket. She had already shot John Brigham. I wish she had given up. She didn’t. She shot me. I shot her. She’s dead. You might want to check your tape counter right there, Mr. Sneed.”
“You had foreknowledge Evelda Drumgo would be there?” Eldredge wanted to know.
“Foreknowledge? Agent Brigham told me in the van going over that Evelda Drumgo was cooking in a guarded meth lab. He assigned me to deal with her.”
“Remember, Brigham is dead,” Krendler said, “and so is Burke, damn fine agents, both of them. They’re not here to confirm or deny anything.”
It turned Starling’s stomach to hear Krendler say John Brigham’s name.
“I’m not likely to forget John Brigham is dead, Mr. Krendler, and he was a good agent, and a good friend of mine. The fact is he asked me to deal with Evelda.”
“Brigham gave you that assignment even though you and Evelda Drumgo had had a run-in before,” Krendler said.
“Come on, Paul,” Clint Pearsall said.
“What run-in?” Starling said. “A peaceful arrest. She had fought other officers before at arrests. She didn’t fight me when I arrested her before, and we talked a little—she was smart. We were civil to each other. I hoped I could do it again.”
“Did you make the verbal statement that you would ’deal with her’?” Sneed said.
“I acknowledged my instructions.”
Holcomb from the mayor’s office and Sneed put their heads together.
Sneed shot his cuffs. “Ms. Starling, we have information from Officer Bolton of the Washington PD that you made inflammatory statements about Ms. Drumgo in the van on the way to the confrontation. Want to comment on that?”
“On Agent Brigham’s instructions I explained to the other officers that Evelda had a history of violence, she was usually armed and she was HIV positive. I said we would give her a chance to surrender peacefully. I asked for physical help in subduing her if it came to that. There weren’t many volunteers for the job, I can tell you.”
Clint Pearsall made an effort. “After the Crip shooters’ car crashed and one perp fled, you could see the car rocking and you could hear the baby crying inside the car?”
“Screaming,” Starling said. “I raised my hand for everybody to stop shooting and I came out of cover.”
“That’s against procedure right there,” Eldredge said.
Starling ignored him. “I approached the car in the ready position, weapon out, muzzle depressed. Marquez Burke was dying on the ground between us. Somebody ran out and got a compress on him. Evelda got out with the baby. I asked her to show me her hands, I said something like ‘Evelda, don’t do this.’”
“She shot, you shot. Did she go right down?”
Starling nodded. “Her legs collapsed and she sat down in the road, leaning over the baby. She was dead.”
“You grabbed up the baby and ran to the water. Exhibited concern,” Pearsall said.
“I don’t know what I exhibited. He had blood all over him. I didn’t know if the baby was HIV positive or not, I knew she was.”
“And you thought your bullet might have hit the baby,” Krendler said.
“No. I knew where the bullet went. Can I speak free
ly, Mr. Pearsall?”