Chief Sinclair had seen it clearly enough now. The frantic, almost indecent urgency with which Director Quinn was trying to wrench Maxwell Crawford away from the task force was, in itself, the loudest confession the man could possibly have made. A clear conscience did not move that quickly. A clear conscience did not arrive at a villa with a face like thunder on its face and an order on its lips before the dust from the questioning had even settled.
Whether Director Quinn's anxiety stemmed from a fear that Maxwell Crawford's confessions would brush against his own name, or merely from a desire to keep the scandal from metastasizing and dragging the Park's reputation through the gutter, the conclusion was the same. The decision was wrong. And a wrong decision, Chief Sinclair had finally co
