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.
“Guard took it as just another crackhead trying to get sympathy from the court. He wrote it down. It went through the right channels and finally got to us.”
“I guess your burglary is officially closed.” Millhoff smiles.
I don’t respond to that.
All I can think of now is fuck everything. It has to change.
After they leave, I sit back and think about it, what I have to do. It doesn’t take long, because I already know.
I go to the laundry room, look at all that blow on the shelf in my wall.
It looks back.
“You’re the best I ever had,” I tell it. “But fuck…”
Eighty-Two
Eighty-Two
I find an illegal spot to park, ’cause I don’t give a fuck. I step out and walk easy, because it’s hot with this suit on. I got my backpack over my good shoulder. I make my way to the rear lot of the nightclub. This is Jasper’s night to work. I don’t know what kind of car he drives, but I want to check out all the vehicles parked back there and look at the back entrance. I don’t know which way Jasper will go when he exits at the end of the night.
One of the cars in the lot has tags with an FOP logo on them, but it could belong to someone who’s working for Jasper. It’s a beautifully kept old-model Cadillac DeVille. I note all the tags and return to my car.
Start it up and get that air-conditioning on high. I want to have these tags run. If one of them is his car, it’ll make this a hell of a lot easier. If it doesn’t pan out, then I’ll have to find a new surveillance spot where I can make out the front and the rear. Pretty certain that the only way I’ll get that kinda view is on foot.
It’s still the evening shift, and I know I’m gonna piss the hell out of Luna. I call him.
“How you doing, Frankie?” he answers.
“Much better. Smaller bandage on my hand now. Stitches should come out in a few days. You on the street?”
“Naw, doing some write-up. Locked up a few buyers. Fucking waste of my time. So what’s up?”
“You know, the usual.”
“Fuck you, Frankie.”
“No. This is important. These cars keep driving up and down my block, same cars all the time. I don’t know if Hurley’s task force is watching my house because of Jasper or what, but it’s getting me nervous.”
“Get a cruiser to go over and check it out.”
“No. I don’t want to waste anybody’s time if it turns out to be nothing.”
“Fucking give me the tags.”
I do.
A couple minutes later he comes back with, “I’m going to come over now.”
“What the fuck? Why?”