This should prove entertaining.
A moment later, Chief Mourdock appeared out of the back offices. He was moving slowly and with gravitas, spoiling for a fight. He stopped at the entrance to the waiting area, looking from Pendergast to Constance Greene and back again. “What is it?”
“Thank you, Chief, for meeting with me.” Pendergast stepped forward, whisking a piece of paper out of his pocket. “I have here a list of files I need for my investigation into the wine theft. They consist of your reports on home burglaries and home invasions over the past twelve months. Also, I’d like to know whether there are any ex-convicts living in the town. And I would appreciate borrowing Sergeant Gavin here to help me review these files and answer questions as they arise.”
He stopped. There was a long, sizzling silence as Chief Mourdock stared at the man. And then he began to laugh—a loud, mirthless, guttural laugh. “I can’t believe it. You, coming in here, making demands of me?”
“I have not completed my investigation.”
“Get out. Now. I don’t want to see your skinny, undertaking ass again until court.”
“Or?”
“Or I’ll cuff you like I did before and you can spend a night here as my special guest.”
“Are you threatening me with another arrest?”
The chief’s face had flushed a dark red and his meaty hands were clenched and flexing. Gavin had never seen the man so angry. Mourdock took a step forward. “Last fucking chance, dickhead.”
Pendergast did not move. “I am merely asking for cooperation in seeing some files. A simple ‘no’ would have sufficed.”
“That’s it. Gavin, put the steel on him.”
Gavin, alarmed, had not expected to be dragged into this. “Um, what’s the charge, Chief?”
The chief turned on him in a fury. “Don’t you question me! He’s trespassing. Cuff him.”
“Trespassing?” Constance Greene said, her voice low and full of unexpected menace. “In a public place?”
Suddenly, this wasn’t as diverting as Gavin had assumed it would be. He stared at the chief, who glared back at him. Reluctantly, he turned to Pendergast. “Turn around, please.”
As Gavin removed the cuffs from his belt, Constance Greene moved forward.
Quickly, Pendergast made a kind of suppressing gesture to her. Then he put his hands behind his back and turned around. As Gavin was about to put on the cuffs, Pendergast said, “Could you please remove my badge wallet from my back pocket?”
Badge wallet? The man’s tone was suddenly cold, and Gavin felt a prickling premonition that something terrible was about to happen. He removed the leather wallet.
“Transfer it to my jacket pocket, if you will.”
As Gavin fumbled with the wallet, the chief snatched it from him and it fell open, exposing a flash of blue and gold.
There was a moment of silence.
“What the hell’s this?” the chief asked, staring at it as if he’d never seen anything like it before.
Pendergast remained silent.
Mourdock read the writing on the badge. “You’re…an FBI agent?”
“So you are literate, after all,” Constance Greene said.
The chief’s face was suddenly almost as white as Pendergast’s. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“It’s irrelevant. I’m not on duty.”
“But… Jesus Christ! You should have presented your credentials. You just let me assume…”
“Assume what?”
“Assume…that you were just some…” His voice choked up.
“Just some private citizen you could mistreat and bully?” Constance Greene said in her silky, old-fashioned voice. “I warned you of this.”
As Gavin watched, Pendergast advanced on the police chief. “Chief Mourdock, in all my years as a special agent, I have rarely seen an abuse of police power such as I have experienced in your town. Yesterday, over a minor parking infraction, you insulted me in vulgar terms, threatened me with physical violence, and arrested and jailed me without cause. Also, you used a pejorative term highly offensive to the LGBT community.”
“LBG… What?… I did not!”
“And finally, you failed to Mirandize me.”
“Lies. All lies! I did Mirandize you. You can’t prove any of this.”
“Fortunately, the entire interaction was captured on videotape by the security camera of a clothing store directly across the street. I now have a copy of that tape, thanks to Special Agent in Charge Randolph Bulto of the Boston Field Office, who did me the favor of getting the necessary warrant just this morning.”
“I…I…” The chief could barely speak.
Turning to Gavin, Pendergast nodded at the cuffs. “Will you put those things away, please?”
Gavin hastily returned them to his service belt.
“Thank you.” Pendergast took a step back. “Chief Mourdock, in the words of a certain poet, there are two roads we could take right now. Would you like to know what they are?”