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.
“Yeah, that’d be fun. You hear anything about Wyatt Morris?”
“Only that he’s—was—a piece of shit. He came on in eighty-nine, back when the department didn’t care about background checks, just bodies on the street.”
“Right. Dirty Dozen and all that. Anything about my source, Robert Diamond?”
“Not really,” he says, then takes a big bite out of the sub. Sauce drips on my coffee table. “Shit. Sorry.”
He wipes it up with a napkin.
“Don’t worry about it. This place is a disaster area.”
“I mean that I don’t have good information for you.” Luna smiles. He looks around, notices wires.
“You gonna just put a frame around those wires up there or get around to replacing the TV?”
“I’ll replace it eventually. Sort of nice not having one. Waste all my time watching cable.”
“Don’t know how you can live without it.”
I finally break into my sub. Roast turkey with provolone, bacon, and Brie. Damn; hope my stomach can take it. I bite into it, but I have bad cotton mouth, so I have to chase it down with the beer, which isn’t so good.
“So you’re one lucky son of a bitch, my friend,” he says.
“Yeah. I’m grateful.”
“Don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t around to constantly ask me for favors.”
“You’d be drinking alone.”
“Ha.”
“You know this officer at 1D, Willy Jasper?”
“He’s been on scenes before, but that’s about it. He’s an FTO, right?”
“Yeah. Wyatt Morris also worked for him at the door for a part-time gig he has.”
“No shit?”
“But there’s more. Jasper is related to that officer who got killed in the drive-by at Seventeenth and Euclid. Remember? Cordell Holm’s boys?”
“No shit? You know the FBI managed to connect that officer to the murder of that teenage boy in Virginia, right?”
Yeah. I was the one who made the call to them.
“I heard. Don’t know how they kept that out of the news.”
“C’mon, man, how long you been gone?”
“Apparently too long. Cordell and his crew get sentenced yet?”
“Everyone rolled on everyone. It’s still an ongoing plea agreement. Be a waste of my time if it wasn’t for all the OT I’m getting.”
“You need to share some of that with me. I gave them to you on a silver platter.” I take a smaller bite of the sub this time.
“And I thank you dearly, but fuck you.”
“Call it payback, then, for all the favors you’ve given me.”
“Yeah, let’s call it that. So how is this Jasper involved in all this?”
“Dirty motherfucker, but no way to connect him. This is between you and me, okay?”
He nods. That’s all I need.