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.
“With what I saw outside, including the media and in here, it had to be close to an hour ago, maybe less. Right?”
“Something like that.” Millhoff is vague.
“Neighbors see anything?”
“Got our boys canvassing now.”
I start thinking like a cop again.
“The back alley is narrow as shit. Hardly fit in one car. Couple of the homes rear of mine are three stories. Might want to have that street canvassed, too.”
“We’re on it, Frank.”
“His car, too,” I say as I pull the notebook out of my back pants pocket.
Leafing through it, I find the entry I made when I first made his car, including the tag. I hand it over to Millhoff. He copies the information into his notebook. He seems to hesitate before handing it back to me.
“Can I keep this? Make copies and return it?” he asks.
“Fuck no. That’s about all the notes I took on him, anyway. It wasn’t the kind of case that involved a lot of note taking.”
I have nothing to hide in there. I’m not stupid enough to take notes about what I do outside my legit work, so I add, “Go ahead and look through it if you want. I certainly don’t want to impede your investigation, but I’m not giving it up to you.”
It pisses me off when he takes me up on it and looks through it briefly. Fucking doesn’t trust me. He hands the notebook back. I slip it back in my pocket.
“Thanks, Frankie,” he says. “Rizzi!” he calls out toward the kitchen.
“Yeah” from the kitchen, then a young plainclothes officer appears.
“This is the info on the decedent’s car. Get a couple of patrol guys to canvass the area, all right?”
“Copy that.”
After Rizzi writes everything down in his notebook, he exits the front door.
“Did you identify where he was getting his drugs?” Hurley asks.
“Huh? No. No, that wasn’t part of it. But I did see him get re-upped a couple of times. A trendy dance club on Connecticut every Thursday night.”
“Last night, then?” asks Hurley.
“Yeah, last night.”
“What trendy club?”
“Spotlight.”
“You were there last night?” Now it’s Millhoff asking.
“Yes. Look in his breast pocket. He should have a baggie of cocaine or something.”
“He’s clean. Remember I said he was clean. No ID, keys, nothing,” Millhoff says.
“The kid your cousin met with—you think he could’ve made you?” Hurley asks.
“No. Too much going on in the club, and it’s not like I was in his face. In fact I was talking to Willy Jasper from 1D.”
“I know Jasper. He’s a good FTO,” Hurley says.
“Yeah, and I don’t want to get him fucked up, because he’s got one of those part-times at the club. And you know how Wightman can be.”