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.
“Was able to get it expedited through the feds. As you probably know, the case got seriously political the day your cousin’s mom flew to DC.”
“I still don’t have a TV, but I’ve seen it all over the Internet.”
“Needless to say, that gave us leverage. We were under fire with this one.”
“That fuck killed the—Diamond. I knew it.”
“Yeah,” Millhoff says.
“What about Jeffrey?”
“Nothing yet. No prints on your gun.”
“Damn.”
“We’re working it hard.”
“Diamond was a good man. If it were just him, this would have never been expedited.”
“Don’t go there, man.”
“He got caught up in all this shit because of his nephew, who was like a son to him. You still got that piece of shit Jasper walking free, like he’s king of his world, and he’s the one responsible for Diamond, for Biddy, and for fucking Jeffrey. Tell me you got him.”
I can tell by the look Millhoff throws my way that they didn’t.
I pour myself half a glass of Jameson. Take a swig. Burns in the morning.
“The kid nicknamed Repo,” Millhoff says, “finally rolled, but not like we thought he would. The gun we got out of his room came back to the shooting on Rhode Island Avenue.”
“Eugene Wrayburn, remember?” Hurley says.
“Of course.”
“Once that happened,” Millhoff continues, “he couldn’t stop yapping. But he’s putting it all on Wyatt Morris. He pulled back on Jasper having anything to do with anything.”
“You know that’s bullshit. I mean, it’s perfect, because how’s a dead man gonna defend himself?”
“We know that. You know that. We have another debriefing set up. We’ll try to hit him harder with what he’s looking at, which is some very serious time.”
“My cousin got messed up with Wrayburn, probably buying powder from him, am I right?” Of course I already know I am.
“You’re right,” Millhoff says. “Your cousin started dealing more and more at the club. And the club was territory to Jasper’s boys, Repo and his brother. Wrayburn started skimming from their stash to feed his buyers, your cousin being one of them. They were making some good money together. According to Repo, Morris found out about Jeffrey and took care of him.”
“In my house.”
“That’s another story,” Millhoff admits.
“What about my stolen gun on Wrayburn’s chest? Right now, that’s looking like it was a message from Jasper because of Officer Tommy.”
“The AUSA opened a grand jury original. You willing to appear?”
Fuck no!
“Of course.”