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.
“The guy who hit my house was cooperating and giving up Jasper for some bad deeds. Just found out he committed suicide in jail. But get this: I think Jasper’s got it out for me. In some warped way he might hold me responsible for Officer Tommy’s death. He’s connected to all this shit that’s been going on. Hurley and Millhoff even know that, but they don’t have anything substantial. The one good source they had killed himself, and the other one’s pulled out. So for my protection, let me know what you hear. I’m not being paranoid here.”
“I can look at you and see that,” he says, referring to my bandages.
“The other source they had is called Repo. He’s a drug dealer associated with Jasper. I know that Repo and his brother dealt their drugs out of the club Jasper worked.”
“How do you know this?”
“I still have sources.”
“And you never want to share them, do you?”
“We share one.”
“Tamie Darling. That’s just a voice when you need it. She’s never good for information.”
“It’s something, though.”
“I’ll look into it for you.”
“Appreciate it.”
“I know every department has its own share of dirty laundry.”
“Don’t I know it.”
“I’m serious, brother. I don’t know what’s going on except what little I hear, and now all this from you. Fucking be careful.”
“Always.”
Eighty-One
Eighty-One
Three days of this shit. Moping around the house. I slept hard but had too much to dream, and that can be exhausting. I keep waking up.
I’m not ready to get out of bed. Need to let this aching mind settle. I think about cocaine, how it would help about now, but then I think about Biddy, his uncle, and, oddly enough, Leslie. Maybe it’s not that odd. It makes me wonder how long I can go without having to have any coke.
Damn, I liked Diamond. I liked Biddy even more. Had some weird connection with him. Can’t get it out of my mind that if I wasn’t so fucking hardheaded and simply left the burglary investigation up to Hurley, they’d still be alive. But then there’s Jeffrey. I couldn’t just sit there. Do nothing.
I should’ve shot Biddy in the leg when he had that gun on his lap. He would’ve gotten arrested, but at least he’d still be in the hospital, alive, with a cop on hospital detail to watch him.
All these people floating around in my head.
Leslie especially…
I wake up later on the sofa, a half-empty bottle of Jameson in my hand, just as the doorbell rings.
I think I smell bad.
It’s past 10:00 a.m.
I push myself off the sofa, walk to the door, and check through the peephole.
Millhoff and Hurley.
Hurley’s holding a manila folder.