Mistakes were made

"Maybe. I already told them about Jude's powe- oh, right," Angelo faltered, realizing he probably didn't know. "Jude's power is that he can tell other people's powers. That's one of the reasons him being so insistent I shoot someone who was his friend shook me. If he said it, it meant he was convinced it needed to happen, and..."

Well, the cringe went without saying.

"Not exactly the smartest thing, but it seemed like the right idea in the moment. I told the officer about that, so they can ask him. Can't exactly use it as evidence, but he was within range of the big boss. He should know whatever she can throw at us, and I don't think there's an officer on the force who'd turn down that information."

Angelo cracked a smile when Raphael pointed out how melodramatic the woman had been. Oh, absolutely. He'd only heard bits and pieces and he had still gotten that very clear sense. The bullet holes were high, for one. Going for headshots? Aiming really badly?

"Agreed," Angelo said. "But she was in charge for that group. They're... I don't know. Nick Miller was... Dirty, yes. No question. There's a million questions about that, and the best guess I've got is that she was killing him to make sure he didn't snitch. But why not just kill del Bosque? Is this not about killing her? Is this one of those destroy them at all costs things?"

Angelo was combing his brain for the something else. Jude? No, unlikely. Jude had confided enough about the arm, but as best he could tell from the scene they'd all but ignored him. He wasn't sure where Jude had gotten the shotgun, but the relatively low body count and where the bodies had been sitting...

So not Jude.

Broen?

Only the question was...

"I think it's del Bosque," Angelo said flatly. "But I think she knows more than she's letting on. I cleared her when I first spoke to her, but..."

He was scowling now, leaning forward slightly as he folded his hands together.

"She's up to something, Raph. She knows something. None of this shit makes any sense with them just randomly attacking her. Absolutely fucking none of it. She said she didn't know shit, but you know what? I think she knew. I think she knew this was a risk, and..."

He was grinding his teeth, and he had to force himself to stop it.

"I've got to keep a straight face around her, but I don't know if I'm letting Jude go back to that job. Not after this. Every single bit of intuition I cultivated working here is fucking screaming at me that she's involved. That she lied to me when she said she didn't know what was going on at the warehouse."