“What was the debate?”
“He knew he was skating on thin ice. Ben and Morley had been partners for fifteen years and fast friends for years before that. Pete was low man on the totem pole and hardly a pal to either one. He was well-trained—Ben made sure of that—but he didn’t have the social skills to pick up jobs on his own. They’d parcel out the odd assignments, but he was there on sufferance, especially where Ben was concerned. Pete and Morley got along okay, until this came up.”
“So in the end, he decided to tell Ben.”
“For better or for worse. You know what a stickler Ben was for the rules. What Morley did was a criminal offense, which put Ben in jeopardy and the agency at risk. But what bothered Pete as much as anything was the effect on the woman who filed the suit. Ned’s attorney presented her as a gold digger out for as much as she could get. His problem was he didn’t have anything to use against her in court. Then Morley provided Ruffner with all the ammunition he needed. Meanwhile, Pete came to believe Ned Lowe was dangerous and Byrd-Shine, in essence, had given him carte blanche.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
“I just did.”
“Before now. Why haven’t you ever said anything?”
“You worked for the agency. I assumed you knew. I’m surprised Ben didn’t take you into his confidence.”
“Not a word. It must have come close to the end of my tenure with them. I’m guessing Ben was too appalled to admit Morley’s breach. By the time the agency broke up, I was out in an office of my own. There weren’t any rumors around town about why they broke up.”
“Weird, since that’s all Pete and I talked about. He ended up the bad guy, and that bewildered him. He hadn’t done anything, you know? Morley broke the law and Pete took the blame. I’m sure if you and I had known each other back then, we’d have chewed the subject to death.”
“Wonder why Pete never mentioned it to me.”
She studied me. “He was under the impression you had no use for him.”
“Well, that’s not true,” I said. “I’ll admit I disagreed with some of what he did.”
“Oh, come off it. You didn’t ‘disagree.’ You disapproved.”
“Okay, fine. Maybe I did, but I never let on. What he did was his business. I kept my personal views to myself.”
“No, you didn’t. Pete knew exactly what you thought of him.”
“He did?”
“Kinsey, the man wasn’t an idiot. You’re not that good at covering.”
“But he was always so nice to me.”
“Because he liked you. He thought the world of you, the same way Ben did.”
I put my elbows on the table and put my hands over my eyes, saying, “This is not good. I truly had no idea my opinion of him was so obvious.”
“Too late to worry about it now,” she said.
I shook my head, saying, “Shit.”
22
I thought about Pete as I walked the half block home. Sometimes I turn to Henry for counsel and advice, but not in this case. I’d erred, and it was up to me to make amends. I’d misjudged Pete Wolinsky; not entirely, but in certain essentials. Even then, if you’d asked me what sort of man he was, I’d have said he was a crook, someone who chose self-interest over honesty and never hesitated to coax a few bucks from a deal if he could manage it. I did take note that even as I was exonerating him, I continued to condemn him in equal measure, proof positive that our prejudices are nearly impossible to scotch.
The best I could manage for the moment was to concede he could be guilty of bad deeds and still retain a basic goodness at the core. Pete had done what he thought was right, which was to tell Ben Byrd that Morley was corrupt. The Byrd-Shine agency was dissolved, and while Ben never spoke to Morley again, he’d damned Pete in the bargain. I’d damned him as well, thinking myself clever for not revealing my true opinion. All the time Pete knew what I thought of him and yet he’d borne my disdain without complaint. Ruthie, too, had been aware of my scorn, and while she’d challenged my views, she’d continued to offer me her friendship. I was going to have to do something, wasn’t I? As Taryn Sizemore predicted, I now felt compelled to pick up where Pete left off and finish the job for him.