Then Captain Reeves.
The investigation widened instantly.
Harmon stared at the call log.
“Tell me we have content.”
“Not yet.”
Adrian looked toward the window.
“Rourke needs to know they called each other.”
Harmon smiled.
“Already thinking cooperation?”
“He’s alone now.”
Rourke’s attorney arrived by noon.
The officer requested interview.
Harmon conducted it.
Adrian watched through glass.
Rourke looked different out of uniform.
Smaller.
Not physically.
Institutionally.
Uniforms gave people shape.
Without it, Rourke looked like a tired man in a gray sweatshirt who had slept badly.
His attorney sat beside him.
Harmon placed the call log on the table.
“Brennan called you before the stop.”
Rourke said nothing.
“He called the chief after.”
Nothing.
“Then Reeves.”
Rourke looked at his lawyer.
The attorney nodded slightly.
Rourke exhaled.
“Brennan said Cole was there.”
Harmon asked, “By name?”
“Yes.”
“How did he know him?”
“Didn’t say.”
“What else?”
“He said maybe Cole was snooping.”
“Your response?”
Rourke looked ashamed.
“I said I’d check.”
“Why not call command?”
Silence.
“Why personally confront an Internal Affairs investigator?”
Rourke looked toward the mirror.
Adrian knew he could not see through it.
Still, Rourke stared as though he could.
“Because Brennan said if Cole was working us, we needed to know what he had.”
Harmon’s voice became colder.
“Us?”
Rourke realized the mistake.
His lawyer closed his eyes.
Harmon leaned forward.
“Who is us?”
Rourke said nothing.
“Officer, this is where your options become dramatically different.”
The attorney whispered to him.
Rourke listened.
Then:
“Brennan.”
Harmon waited.
“Reeves.”
Another pause.
“And?”
Rourke looked sick.
“Chief knew some of it.”
The air changed.
Not enough for arrest.
Enough for direction.
“What did they do?”
Rourke rubbed both hands together.
“Cash.”
Harmon said nothing.
“From searches.”
“How long?”
“Before me.”
“Who kept it?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“Amount.”
The scheme was smaller than some corruption rings Adrian had investigated.
That made it uglier in a different way.
No sophisticated money laundering.
No international network.
No millions.
Just officers identifying people they believed would struggle to complain.
Cash seized during searches.
Some entered evidence.
Some did not.
Small amounts.
Two hundred.
Four hundred.
Sometimes two thousand.
Victims often had reasons to avoid attention.
Undocumented laborers.
People with old warrants.
Black motorists traveling through wealthier neighborhoods.
Young men carrying cash for rent.