Bob irritably stubbed out his cigarette in an ashtray already piled high with butts. Then he shook another out of the pack and lit it with his lighter.
"This one's a little tricky. It's no longer just a matter for the local DA. A friend in Washington called me the day before yesterday. People at the Department of Justice are reviewing the files."
He looked up at Li Jie across from him and let out a heavy breath. "You need to disappear for a while. Let the heat die down."
"Chief, Jay did nothing wrong. If it weren't for him, all three of us might've been done for."
Wilson sprang up from the couch. "You can't send him undercover because of this."
"Who the fuck said anything about sending him undercover? Shut your mouth." Bob clenched his teeth and rubbed his face. "Someone from the White House staff called the Governor yesterday. Not to ask questions-to express concern. Photos of the scene made the front page of The Washington Post-not the local section, the front page. The headline was 'Where Are the Limits of American Law Enforcement?'"
"That is a little troublesome," Nygma said thoughtfully from beside Li Jie. "The DA is easy to deal with, but Department of Justice memos aren't so easy to burn. Taking administrative leave to lie low for a while isn't a bad idea."
"Exactly. And... the photos show that some people had their backs to the guns and were shot while running away." Bob sighed. "Those useless bastards at City Hall would love nothing more than to tie you up and hand you over. Mayor O'Brien called me three times in the middle of the night yesterday. It all boiled down to one thing: someone has to take responsibility."
"In that situation, there was