Hold Tight
“I didn’t have more than one lover. I didn’t have any lover.”
Ilene waited, not sure where this was headed.
“I was raped.”
28
MIKE sat in the interrogation room and tried to remain calm. On the wall in front of him, there was a large rectangular mirror that he assumed was one-way glass. The other walls were done up in school-lavatory green. The floor was gray linoleum.
Two men were in the room with him. One sat in the corner, almost like a scolded child. He had a pen and clipboard with him and kept his head down. The other guy—the officer who had held up the badge and gun in front of Club Jaguar—was black with a diamond stud in his left ear. He paced and carried an unlit cigarette in his hand.
“I’m Special Agent Darryl LeCrue,” the pacer said. “This here is Scott Duncan—the liaison between the DEA and the U.S. Attorney’s Office. You’ve been read your rights?”
“I have.”
LeCrue nodded. “And you’re willing to speak with us?”
“I am.”
“Please sign the waiver on the table.”
Mike did. Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t. He knew better. Mo would call Tia. She would get here, be his lawyer or get him one. He should shut up until then. But he didn’t really care about any of that right now.
LeCrue continued to pace. “Do you know what this is about?” he asked.
“No,” Mike said.
“No idea at all?”
“None.”
“What were you doing at Club Jaguar today?”
“Why were you guys following me?”
“Dr. Baye?”
“Yes.”
“I smoke. Do you know that?”
The question puzzled Mike. “I see the cigarette.”
“Is it lit?”
“No.”
“Do you think that pleases me?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“My point exactly. I used to smoke right in this very room. Not because I wanted to intimidate the suspects or blow smoke in their faces, though I did that sometimes. No, the reason I smoked is because I liked it. It relaxed me. Now that they’ve passed all these new laws, I’m not allowed to light up. You hear what I’m saying?”
“I guess so.”
“In other words, the law won’t let a man relax. That bothers me. I need my smokes. So when I’m in here, I’m grumpy. I carry this cigarette with me and long to light it up. But I can’t. It’s like leading the horse to water but not letting him drink. Now I don’t want your sympathy, but I need you to understand how it is because you are already pissing me off.” He slammed his hand against the table but kept his tone even. “I’m not going to answer your questions. You’re going to answer mine. We on the same page?”
Mike said, “Maybe I should wait for my lawyer.”
“Cool.” He turned to Duncan in the corner. “Scott, do we have enough to arrest him?”
“Yes.”
“Groovy. Let’s do that. Put him in the system on a weekend. When do you think his bail hearing will be?”
Duncan shrugged. “Hours from now. Might even have to wait until the morning.”
Mike tried to keep the panic off his face. “What’s the charge?”
LeCrue shrugged. “We can come up with something, can’t we, Scott?”
“Sure.”
“So it’s up to you, Dr. Baye. You seemed in a rush to get out before. So let’s start this again and see how it plays. What were you doing at Club Jaguar?”
He could argue some more, but it felt like the wrong move. So did waiting for Tia. He wanted out. He needed to find Adam.
“I was looking for my son.”
He expected LeCrue to follow up on that, but he simply nodded and said, “You were about to get into a fight, weren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Was that going to help you find your son?”
“I was hoping it might.”
“You want to explain.”
“I was in that neighborhood last night,” he began.
“Yes, we know.”
Mike stopped. “Were you following me then too?”
LeCrue smiled, held out the cigarette as a reminder, and arched an eyebrow.
“Tell us about your son,” LeCrue said.
Warning flags shot up. Mike didn’t like this. He didn’t like the threats or being followed or any of it, but he especially didn’t like the way LeCrue asked him about his son. But again, what were his options?
“He’s missing. I thought he might be at Club Jaguar.”
“And that’s why you went there last night?”
“Yes.”
“You figured that he might be there?”
“Yes.”
Mike filled them in on pretty much everything. There was no reason not to—he had told the police the same story at the hospital and at the police station.
“Why were you so worried about him?”
“We were supposed to go to a Rangers game last night.”
“The hockey team?”
“Yes.”
“They lost, you know.”
“I didn’t.”
“Good game though. Lots of fights.” LeCrue smiled again. “I’m one of the few brothers who follows hockey. I used to love basketball but the NBA bores me now. Too many fouls, you know what I mean?”
Mike figured that this was some disruption technique. He said, “Uh-huh.”
“So when your son didn’t show up, you looked for him in the Bronx?”
“Yes.”
“And you got jumped.”
“Yes.” Then: “If you guys were watching me, how come you didn’t help?”
He shrugged. “Who said we were watching?”
Then Scott Duncan looked up and added, “Who said we didn’t help?”
Silence.
“Have you ever been to that place before?”
“Club Jaguar? No.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
“Just to be clear: You’re telling me that before last night, you’d never been to Club Jaguar?”
“Not even last night.”
“Excuse me?”
“I never made it there last night. I got jumped before I got there.”
“How did you end up in that alley anyway?”
“I was following someone.”
“Who?”
“His name is DJ Huff. He’s a classmate of my son’s.”
“So then, what you’re telling us is that you were never inside Club Jaguar before today?”