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dour-looking plainclothes detective. Davis was a large man with thick hands who looked more like a
steelworker than a cop, the detective with him was thin and about a head shorter than he was.
"Detective Malcolm," Davis said, "I would have called first, but your phone seems to be busy. May we
come in?"
Gideon nodded and lurched back a few steps.
Outside, past the Captain and his companion, Gideon could see the mass of reportersтАФsomewhat
thinner now, but still camped on his doorstep.
Gideon led them to the living room and let them have the couch while he collapsed into a recliner facing
them. He didn't offer them anything, he didn't feel up to hobbling around to fetch drinks when this wasn't a
social call.
"What can I do for you?" Gideon asked.
"I hope you're feeling better," Davis said. "If you aren't up to talking, we can come at a better time."
"I doubt there'll be a better time."
 "My condolences about your brother," said the man with Davis.
Gideon looked at him. "You are?"
"This is Detective Charles Magness, Internal Affairs."
Gideon looked back at Davis, and felt as if he was being shot at again. "Why are you bringing him
here?"
"Calm down," Magness said. "IA investigates every incident where there's a weapon discharged. It's
SOP."
Yeah, standard operating procedure. Otherwise known as "bend over, you're fucked."
"There are a few things we want to go overтАФ" Davis began. "Like this 'Lionel' who tipped you to the
location of the Daedalus."
"Bastard," Gideon muttered. "Have you picked him up yet?" Gideon would've liked a few hours with
Mister Kareem Rashad "Lionel" Williams alone in an interrogation room, preferably with a baseball bat. Not
that he'd mention that to Mr. Internal Affairs here.
Magness shook his head. "No. Apparently Lionel went on the lam shortly after news of the shoot-out
was made public. We were hoping you might provide some leads to his location. . ."
The moment Magness said that, Gideon knew he was in for a very long afternoon.


He went over the whole shooting in excruciating detail for Magness. Not just the eventтАФreliving
Raphael's deathтАФbut the events leading up to it as well. The tip from Lionel, his attempt to get backup in
place from the District's excuse for a SWAT teamтАФwhich was refusedтАФand his attempt to call in the FBI
through his brother.
Magness made a few comments about the irregularity of the situation, but Gideon knew that they
couldn't fault him for procedure. He'd jumped through all the right hoops and had done the right paperwork.
Somehow, Magness' demeanor made Gideon feel as if he were still the one to blame for everything that
had gone wrong.
After it had gone on for an interminable hour, Davis said, "I think that's enough. Why don't you go wait
in the car. I have a few more things to discuss with Detective Malcolm."
Magness nodded and looked at Gideon as if watching for telltale signs of guilt. "I'll probably have a few
more questions once you file your official statement."
I bet you will.
When Magness left, Gideon tried to suppress a smile as he heard the reporters descend on him outside.
"Gideon," Davis said, once Magness had left. "The administration has some issues with your handling of
the media."
Whatever amusement Gideon had in Magness' plight evaporated. The memory of his homecoming was
fresh in his mind. What were the words I used? "Shanteless parasites?" He cringed inwardly at the
memory. "I suppose so." He'd hoped that his tirade would've faded from the spotlight by now. Apparently,