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.
I take a bite of the sandwich. It’s good, but I’ve got serious cotton mouth and no appetite, making it hard to swallow. I drink water, lots of it. Force it down, just like I’ll use a few pills to force myself to sleep. Gotta try to live normal somehow.
“I’ll check the database again for those secondhand dealers, see if anything shows up. Still might be too early. We depend on the shopkeepers to enter the items, and you know how that can be.”
“Yeah. Most of them are nothing but legalized fencing operations.”
“You got that right. They serve a purpose, though—for us, I mean.”
“No problem with me stopping in some pawn shops or other record stores, right?”
“Of course not, but if you see what you suspect is yours, call me. Don’t talk to them. I’ll stop by, and if it’s good to go I’ll put a police hold on it.”
“And none of this fucking getting lost at Property Division, right?”
“It is going to be a bit different because it involves a homicide. Usually I just take a few photos of the property and get you to sign a release form and it’s yours. I’ll see what I can do, though—I mean, if we ever get to that point.”
“I got faith in you, my new best friend.”
“Ha! You’d better readjust that thinking.” And he finishes off one of the sandwich’s quarters.
“Thinking about it now, I might even have someone else’s stolen shit in my collection.”
“Most of the secondhand guys are all right. Mostly it’s the pawn shops and those rickety old corner thrift stores that make it hard on us.” He holds back on taking another bite, looks over at me like something’s been on his mind. “But seriously, Frankie, what’s with this PI shit? The work you did at Narcotics Branch? You could’ve been a consultant somewhere, one of those guys who interviews employees for major corporations or something like that. Six-figure shit.”
“Sounds like too much work to me. It’s not a bad gig, what I do. I work what I want when I want, and I’m not one of those dopey PIs who work for drug-dealing mopes and try to get them out of jail.”
“That’s good to hear. I’d hate having to consider you my enemy.”
I can’t respond to that.
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