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.
“Hell, you know there could’ve been evidence in that room. You don’t make that decision. We would’ve obtained a search warrant,” Millhoff advises me.
“I told Biddy if I found anything illegal or anything that might be evidence I’d turn it over.”
“And you believed him? That there was no evidence there?”
“Why the fuck would he give me his key if there was? All he wanted was whatever damn clothing he has left in the world and probably his fucking toothbrush.”
“Hurley locks up the guy who committed the burglary at your residence, and you don’t tell us he has a motel room in Virginia and that he might have evidence related to the burglary or even something more?” Millhoff says with a harder tone.
Because he’s talking about evidence that might be related to Jasper or the homicides.
Never apologize, even though I know I was wrong, especially to a cop.
Alexandria boys slide out, not wanting to get caught up in whatever might happen.
“And now we all know that Biddy—Givens—is telling the truth, because that man was there for him, not me. No way to keep this from Jasper now,” I say.
“He’ll find out, but I have a feeling he’ll keep doing his thing, patrol, but maybe drop out of the club. He’ll never seem worried about anything else,” Millhoff says. “But I’m not going to belabor the damn point. We both know what you did was bullshit, but still, I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Well, I appreciate that. Don’t think I’m going to feel too safe once Jasper finds out I killed his boy.”
“Pretty sure he’s not the type to do the dirty work.”
“That makes me feel better. Maybe he’ll send another retired big boy to do it. Piece of shit. How can he still be walking free right now?”
“Because we can’t connect him to anything except his unsanctioned part-time, thanks to you. That’ll just get him a suspension, if that,” Millhoff says.
“Once the AUSA and the defense attorney sign off on the plea agreement, we’ll get rolling with Biddy and the other cooperator,” Hurley says.
Nurse comes in at the right time. Numbness is starting to wear off. She’s holding a paper cup with water and a fat pill.
“Take this. It will help with the pain.”
“Motrin?” I question.
“Eight hundred milligrams.”
“I don’t have a headache,” I tell her.
“If it doesn’t help in thirty minutes we’ll try something else.”
She hands me the water. I down the pill. I have what I need at home.
“You’ll be discharged soon. These gentlemen here to give you a ride home?”
“Are you?” I ask.
“Of course,” Millhoff says, voice still tight as shit.