“Brubaker,” he stated when he picked up the phone. “Chief, it’s Forrest.” “Where have you been?” “I was meeting with Thomas Ladeaux, like you’d—” “Can it. What’s this I hear about you going on a date with that witness from Friday night’s murder?” “I, uh—” I paused. How does the chief know about that? “What are you doing, Forrest? I understand that you’re a young guy, but there are tens of thousands of women in New Orleans. Don’t make a mistake you’re going to regret.” “Chief, I gotta talk to you about this.” “Shit. Did you fuck her? Are you fucking one of your witnesses, Detective?” I told Chief Brubaker about the drugs, the sex and Ladeaux’s revelation that Paxton Himura was a robot, not a human being. I even told him about the breakthrough with the proprietary timestamp that proved at least two of the videos had been altered.
