With a smugness that would have been infuriating if it hadn’t been so boringly predictable, Mondale said, ‘If you were going to tell anyone, you’d have told them years ago.’
‘That must be a comforting thought,’ Dan said, ‘but it’s wrong. I covered for you then because you were my partner, and I figured everyone has a right to screw up once. But I’ve lived to regret the way I handled it, and if you give me a good excuse, I’d enjoy setting the record straight.’
‘It all happened a long time ago,’ Mondale said.
‘You think no one cares about dereliction of duty just because it happened thirteen years ago?’
‘No one’ll believe you. They’ll think it’s sour grapes. I’ve moved up, made friends.’
‘Yeah. And they’re the kind of friends who’d sell their mothers for lunch money.’
‘You’ve always been a loner. A wiseass. No matter what you think of them, I have people who’ll rally around me.’
‘With a lynching rope.’
‘Power makes people loyal, Haldane, even if they’d rather not be. Nobody’ll believe any crap you care to throw at me. Not a rotten wiseass like you. Not a chance.’
‘Ted Gearvy will believe me,’ Dan said, and if he had spoken any more quietly, he would have been inaudible. Yet, in spite of his quiet delivery, he might as well have swung a hammer at Mondale instead of those five words. The captain looked stricken.
Gearvy, ten years their senior, was a veteran patrolman and had been Mondale’s partner during his probationary rookie year. He had seen Mondale make a few mistakes — although nothing as serious as what happened at the Lakey house later, when Dan had replaced Gearvy as Mondale’s partner. Just disquieting errors of judgment. A too-meager sense of responsibility. Gearvy had thought he detected cowardice in Ross too, but had covered up for him, just as Dan would do in times to come. Gearvy was a big, gruff, easygoing guy, three-quarters Irish, with too much sympathy for rookies. He had not given Mondale high ratings in his rookie year; the Irishman was good-natured and sympathetic but not irresponsible. But he didn’t give Mondale really bad ratings, either, because he was too softhearted for that.
A few months after the Lakey incident, when Dan was back at work with a new partner, Ted Gearvy had come around, quietly feeling Dan out, dropping hints, worried that he had made a serious mistake in covering up for Ross. Eventually, they had swapped information and discovered they had both been misguidedly shielding Mondale. They realized his misconduct was not just a rare or even a some-time thing. But by then it had seemed too late to come forth with the truth. In the eyes of the department brass, Gearvy’s and Dan’s failure — even temporary failure — to report Mondale’s dereliction of duty would be nearly as bad as that dereliction itself. Gearvy and Dan would have found themselves standing in the dock beside Mondale. They weren’t prepared to damage or perhaps even destroy their own careers.
Besides, by then Mondale had wheedled an assignment to the Community Relations Division; he was no longer working on the street. Gearvy and Dan figured Ross would do well in community relations and would never return to a regular beat, in which case he would never again be in a position to hold someone else’s life in his hands. It seemed best — and safest — to leave well enough alone.
Neither of them imagined that Mondale would one day be a serious contender for the chief’s office. Maybe they would have taken action if they could have foreseen the future. Their failure to act was the thing that both of them most regretted in all their years of service.
Clearly, Mondale had not known that Gearvy and Dan had compared notes. Their consultation was a nasty shock to him.
* * *
The radio boomed:
‘IT!’
‘COMING!’
‘HIDE!’
‘COMING!’
The disconnected words exploding from the Sony were impossibly loud, delivered with considerably more volume than the speakers were capable of providing. Thunderous, volcanic. Wall-shaking. The speakers should have disintegrated or burned out as those tremendous bursts of sound smashed through them, but they continued to function. The radio vibrated against the counter.