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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.

“Sleep,” he mumbles with a groggy voice. “What’s going on? What time is it?”

I say, “I found my source”—who was actually supposed to be Biddy, but it’ll make it more serious if it’s Diamond. Besides, I’m only bending the truth a little, because Diamond was a source, too. “He’s been murdered.”

“Damn,” he says.

After I give him the location, he says, “I’ll call Millhoff.”

I’m worrying about Biddy. Wanna get out of here, go to the motel, but I can’t.

Another marked unit shows up, parks behind the ambulance. Based on the unit’s number on the front fender, I’m assuming it’s the watch commander. Two men step out. I can tell that the passenger is a sergeant. The driver is a tall, lanky man, looks young, maybe early thirties. O’Connell walks over to him. The female officer stands by the scene to make sure no one steps in. The sergeant walks up to me.

Introduces himself as Sergeant John Handle.

“Frank Marr,” I return.

“How’d you happen onto this?”

I know O’Connell filled him in, but he wants to make himself useful, so I oblige.

“I’m sure Officer O’Connell told you I’m a retired detective.”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’m a private investigator now, and I was checking in on a source because I hadn’t been able to get in touch with him.”

“What are you working that you’d need a source?”

“All due respect, sergeant, I don’t have to tell you that.”

He’s taken by surprise. I don’t want to piss him off.

“I will tell you it’s a burglary investigation—well, and a murder investigation, too.” All I say. I’ll let Hurley or Millhoff fill him in on the rest.

“You mean the one that occurred at your home?”

“I don’t know where you’re going with this, Sergeant, but I got a man who was a decent man and a good source of information who had his throat cut. I think that’s what’s important. If his murder has anything to do with what I’m investigating, then I’ll give it direct to Detectives Joe Hurley and Tim Millhoff.”

“This is why we don’t like you people working our city, pretending you’re still the police. You best watch your step from here on.” And with that he turns to walk back to the lanky commander.

Fuck you. A good man just died.

I look back at the crime scene, pissed to hell.

“I’m going to kill the son of a bitch who did this, Diamond,” I mutter.

Sixty-Eight

Sixty-Eight