Now. You got any firearms on you?”
“It’s between the seats. In plain view,” he said, coldly.
Then Roche slowly got out of the car. He was tall and slender in fatigue pants, a denim jacket, boots and a large black dive watch. Marino turned him around and ordered him again to keep his hands in plain view. I stood where I was while Roche’s sunglasses fixed on me, his mouth smug.
“So tell me, Detective Cock-Roche,” Marino said, who you snatching for today? Might it be Captain Green you’ve been talking to on your portable phone? You been telling him everywhere we’ve been going today and what we’re doing, and how much you’ve been scaring our asses as we spot you in our mirrors? Or are you obvious just because you’re a dumb shit?”
Roche said nothing, his face hard.
“is that what you did to Danny, too? You called the tow lot and said you were the doc and wanted to know what time to pick up your car. Then you passed the info down the line, only it just so happened it wasn’t the doc driving that night. And now a kid’s missing half his head because some soldier of fortune didn’t know the doc ain’t a man or maybe mistook Danny for a medical examiner.”
“You can’t prove anything,” Roche said with the same mocking smile.
“We’ll see how much I can prove when I get hold of your cellular phone bills.” Marino moved closer so Roche could feel his big presence, his belly almost touching him.
“And when I find something, you’re going to have a lot more to worry about than a driving penalty. At the very least I’m going to nail your pretty ass for being an accomplice to murder prior to the fact. That ought to get you about fifty years.
“In the meantime”-Marino jabbed a thick finger at his face-“I’d better never see you even within a mile of me again. And I wouldn’t recommend you getting anywhere close to the doc, either. You’ve never seen her when she gets irritated.”
Marino lifted his radio and got back on the air to check the status of getting an officer to the scene, and even as his request was broadcast again, a cruiser appeared on 64. It pulled in behind us on the shoulder, and a uniformed female sergeant from Richmond P.D. got out. She walked our way with purpose, her hand discreetly near her gun.
“Captain, good afternoon.” She adjusted the volume on the radio on her belt. “What seems to be the problem?”
“Well, Sergeant Schroeder, it seems this person’s been tailgating me for the better part of the day,” Marino said.
“And unfortunately, when I was forced to apply my brakes due to a white dog running in front of my vehicle, he struck me from the rear.
“Was this the same white dog?” the sergeant asked without a trace of a smile.
“Looked like the same one we’ve had problems with.”
They went on with what must have been the oldest police joke, for when it came to single-car accidents, it seemed a ubiquitous white canine was always to blame. It darted in front of vehicles and then was gone until it darted in front of the next bad driver and again got blamed.
“He has at least one firearm inside his vehicle,” Marino added in his most serious police tone. “I want him thoroughly searched before we get him inside.”
“All right, sir, you need to spread your arms and legs.”
“I’m a cop,” Roche snapped.
“Yes, sir, so you should know exactly what I’m doing,” Sergeant Schroeder matter-of-factly stated.
She patted him down, and discovered an ankle holster on his inner left leg.
“Now ain’t that sweet,” Marino said.
“Sir,” the sergeant said a little more loudly as another unmarked unit pulled up, “I’m going to have to ask you to remove the pistol from your ankle holster and place it inside your vehicle.”
A deputy chief got out, resplendent in patent leather, navy and brass, and not exactly thrilled to be on the scene.
But it was procedure to call him whenever a captain was involved in any police matter, no matter how small. He silently looked on as Roche removed a Colt .380 from the black nylon holster. He locked it inside the Lexus and was red with rage as he was placed in the back of the patrol car, where he was interviewed while I waited inside the damaged Ford.