Chapters (95)
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Sixty-Nine
- Seventy
- Seventy-One
- Seventy-Two
- Seventy-Three
- Seventy-Four
- Seventy-Five
- Seventy-Six
- Seventy-Seven
- Seventy-Eight
- Seventy-Nine
- Eighty
- Eighty-One
- Eighty-Two
- Eighty-Three
- Eighty-Four
- Eighty-Five
- Eighty-Six
- Eighty-Seven
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by David Swinson
- Thank you for buying this ebook, published by Hachette Digital.
“Of course. I’ll get with the AUSA I always work with and see if we can set up a debriefing in B One at the US attorney’s office within a day or two. Let’s hope it works out the way it’s supposed to. He’ll be good for a strong case against Jasper. We have to keep this quiet, get him processed at Three Hundred and papered so no one knows.”
“What about the officer who’s transporting him?”
“He’s good, Marr. He’s on the task force. Plainclothes, tactical guy, and uniform when he has to. He’ll escort him up the stairs to the third floor from the garage. No one will see. I can’t figure why the guy who burglarized your home would give himself up to you.”
“It’s complicated.”
“In a nutshell, then.”
“I told you—his uncle was my source. Biddy told you the rest. What’s so hard to understand?”
“How did you manage to find his uncle?”
“Because I’m good at what I do, Joe.”
“I’m going to need to know, but I don’t feel like writing up more than I have to right now, so I’ll wait. You will have to come in.”
“Fine.”
“This guy Biddy, or Robby. He’s smarter than your average crackhead. Looks cleaner, too. Be hard to find if he ran.”
“So you’re wondering why he didn’t run?”
“Yes.”
“Because he knows it’s a matter of time before he ends up in jail or like his uncle. He’s scared, and he doesn’t trust the police.”
“But he trusts you.”
I shrug.
“You had any sleep?” Hurley asks.
“Sleep? I was up all night with him.”
“You smell like weed.”
“I let him smoke what he had. Calmed his nerves.”
“Calm your nerves, too, Frank?”
“You know how that shit sticks to your clothing.”
“You mention you let him get high, it’ll screw my whole case,” he says.
“What do I look like, a moron?”
“Kinda. You should get some sleep, though, because you’re in it now.”
Unfortunately, I know that, and I’m not talking about the tired part.
Seventy-Two
Seventy-Two
Before I can sleep, I go to the shed in the backyard and grab some of the extra plywood I have left over after fixing the back door. I take a hammer and a box of nails to the guest room on the second floor, where Biddy busted out the window. After cleaning up the glass, I board up the window. Two things I’ll have to buy now—a window and a door. I’ll find the time one day.
When I turn to exit I notice a cicada clinging to the door frame. Got in through the broken window.
I gently pinch it between two fingers, look at it for a second.
“You won’t find a mate in here.”