The Snake Tattoo
“Then I hollered up to Roz to make sure things were under control. They were, so I dialed a number I know by heart, and gave the extension for the detective’s squad room. An unfamiliar voice picked up after eight rings. I asked for Detective Triola.
“Hang on,” the voice said. “I think she’s around here somewhere.”
I blew out a sigh of relief and three minutes later Joanne came on the line. “Triola,” she said crisply.
“Jo,” I said, “It’s Carlotta.”
“Carlotta, I told you—”
“Look, I know about the car. It’s an undercover unit, and you think you can’t talk to me about it because it’s police business and all that crap, but once you hear the whole story, you’ll be glad to talk—if you want to get Mooney off the hook.”
“You know I do,” she said cautiously.
“The plate belongs to a car I tailed through Franklin Park. Mooney’s missing witness was inside, also two guys I thought were johns, okay? I’d been on them for maybe fifteen minutes when I caught a tail of my own.
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