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Chapters (95)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-One
  26. Twenty-Two
  27. Twenty-Three
  28. Twenty-Four
  29. Twenty-Five
  30. Twenty-Six
  31. Twenty-Seven
  32. Twenty-Eight
  33. Twenty-Nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-One
  36. Thirty-Two
  37. Thirty-Three
  38. Thirty-Four
  39. Thirty-Five
  40. Thirty-Six
  41. Thirty-Seven
  42. Thirty-Eight
  43. Thirty-Nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-One
  46. Forty-Two
  47. Forty-Three
  48. Forty-Four
  49. Forty-Five
  50. Forty-Six
  51. Forty-Seven
  52. Forty-Eight
  53. Forty-Nine
  54. Fifty
  55. Fifty-One
  56. Fifty-Two
  57. Fifty-Three
  58. Fifty-Four
  59. Fifty-Five
  60. Fifty-Six
  61. Fifty-Seven
  62. Fifty-Eight
  63. Fifty-Nine
  64. Sixty
  65. Sixty-One
  66. Sixty-Two
  67. Sixty-Three
  68. Sixty-Four
  69. Sixty-Five
  70. Sixty-Six
  71. Sixty-Seven
  72. Sixty-Eight
  73. Sixty-Nine
  74. Seventy
  75. Seventy-One
  76. Seventy-Two
  77. Seventy-Three
  78. Seventy-Four
  79. Seventy-Five
  80. Seventy-Six
  81. Seventy-Seven
  82. Seventy-Eight
  83. Seventy-Nine
  84. Eighty
  85. Eighty-One
  86. Eighty-Two
  87. Eighty-Three
  88. Eighty-Four
  89. Eighty-Five
  90. Eighty-Six
  91. Eighty-Seven
  92. Acknowledgements
  93. About the Author
  94. Also by David Swinson
  95. Thank you for buying this ebook, published by Hachette Digital.

Instead I lie. “I’ve already taken care of everything. I turned it over. Lot of explaining to do.” It’s almost as if I expect her to pick up, but this is her cell, and I know she saw my name as the caller and let it ring through. I simply say, “I always run to you, Les. I’m so sorry.” Then I disconnect.

I gotta get my head right, get back in the game or just give it up altogether. That’s the smart thing to do. Give it up and get the fuck outta town. But I don’t work like that. Never have. I got this far.

I light a smoke, try to figure my next move. Halfway through the cigarette I remember Younger and Older’s cells. I find them in my pack and hope they have enough power left so I can search their contacts, texts, and whatever else looks good. One’s an iPhone, and the other looks like a prepaid cell. Really simple. Probably their burner. Of course the iPhone is locked. No way I’m gonna find my way through that. Only problem with a burner is that most of the smart guys use them once or twice and then toss them.

I power it up. Still has some juice left, and it’s not locked. No contact names are saved. Just numbers. I scroll through them. Most have a 202 area code, and a few of them have an area code for Maryland. I count twenty-five numbers, so it’s a relatively new phone.

I get my notebook and a pen out of my pack, set the notebook on the end table.

I start at the top and tap the number to call it. Not in service. I continue. The answers I get are either “Yeah” and “Talk to me” or the numbers aren’t in service and there’s no answer. Not looking so good, but maybe I can get my girl Tamie Darling, one of my old CIs and someone I still work with on occasion, to call some of these numbers and try to get in a conversation with whoever answers. Never know. It might lead to something.

I dial another 202 number. It rings.

“Jasper,” a familiar voice answers. I hang up in a hurry.

Fuck. I think I just made my day.

Sixty-Three

Sixty-Three

How the hell do I give all this information up without implicating myself in the home invasion at Riggs Street?

I can’t. I won’t.

I decide to go fishing, so I give Hurley a call.

“What’s up, Frank?” he answers.

“I met a friend of yours earlier. Didn’t catch his name, but he was sitting on a house on Riggs, and he told me that you talked to him about my case.”