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She shrugged. "That's where I find them. Better luck next time, Spelding."
The precinct house was noisy and smelled strongly of stale coffee. Rachel
entered with a little shiver. The weatherman had been a little off that day with
his promise of Indian summer. A thick, nasty-looking cloud cover was moving in
over Manhattan. Rachel was already regretting the fact that she'd grabbed
neither coat nor umbrella on her dash out of her apartment that morning.
With any luck, she figured, she'd be back in her office within the hour, and out
of the coming rain. She exchanged a few greetings with some of the cops she knew
and picked up her visitor's badge at the desk.
"Nicholas LeBeck," she told the desk sergeant. "Attempted burglary."
"Yeah, yeah…" The sergeant flipped through his papers. "Your brother brought him
in."
Rachel sighed. Having a brother who was a cop didn't always make life easier.
"So I hear. Did he make his phone call?"
"Nope."
"Anyone come looking for him?"
"Nope."
"Great." Rachel shifted her briefcase. "I'd like him brought up."
"You got it. Looks like they've given you another loser, Ray. Take conference
room A."
"Thanks." She turned, dodging a swarthy-looking man in handcuffs and the
uniformed cop behind him. She managed to snag a cup of coffee, and took it with
her into a small room that boasted one barred window, a single long table and
four scarred chairs. Taking a seat, she flipped open her briefcase and dug out
the paperwork on Nicholas LeBeck.
It seemed her client was nineteen and unemployed and rented a room on the Lower
East Side. She let out a little sigh at his list of priors. Nothing cataclysmic,
she mused, but certainly enough to show a bent for trouble. The attempted
burglary had taken him up a step, and it left her little hope of having him
treated as a minor. There had been several thousand dollars' worth of electronic
goodies in his sack when Detective Alexi Stanislaski collared him.
She'd be hearing from Alex, no doubt, Rachel thought. There was nothing her
brother liked better than to rub her nose in it.
When the door of the conference room opened, she continued to sip her coffee as
she took stock of the man being led in by a bored-looking policeman. Five-ten,
she estimated. A hundred and forty. Needed some weight. Dark blond hair, shaggy
and nearly shoulder-length. His lips were quirked in what looked like a
permanent smirk. It might have been an attractive mouth otherwise. A tiny
peridot stud that nearly matched his eyes gleamed in his earlobe. The eyes, too,
would have been attractive if not for the bitter anger she read there.
"Thank you, Officer." At her slight nod, the cop uncuffed her client and left
them alone. "Mr. LeBeck, I'm Rachel Stanislaski, your lawyer."
"Yeah?" He dropped into a chair, then tipped it back. "Last PD I had was short
and skinny and had a bald spot. Looks like I got lucky this time."
"On the contrary. You were apprehended crawling out of a broken window of a
storeroom of a locked store, with an estimated six thousand dollars' worth of
merchandise in your possession."
"The markup on that crap is incredible." It wasn't easy to keep the sneer in
place after a miserable night in jail, but Nick had his pride. "Hey, you got a
cigarette on you?"