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.
“Don’t worry. Even though I’ve been known to have anger issues, I won’t let that happen here. My girl’s a lawyer, and I’d rather make this a civil matter and tie your ass up in court for the next year. We can go that route, but I don’t think you can afford it. Or you can just answer a couple questions, help me find the rest of my stolen property. The music collection means a lot to me. Damn important. So there. Now you know why I’m so pissed off.”
He doesn’t know what to say.
“Couple questions, and I’m outta here for good. Whaddya say? I’ll even talk to Hurley, see if he’ll cut you a break on the fines.”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it.”
“No, it’s the truth. With what I do for a living I gotta be a man of my word. Word gets out I can’t be trusted, and it’s bad for business.”
“Like I said, I told him everything I know, but if you need to hear it for yourself, then I guess that’s all right.”
“Some of these things Hurley already told me, too, but I’m going to ask anyway.”
Odd turn of his head to the right and up, like “Get on with it already.”
“This Biddy guy come in often?”
He hesitates.
“Listen. Detective Hurley already has a list of all the transactions this guy’s made with you. I just want to hear it from you.”
“Couple times a week.”
“Does he come in alone?”
“Yeah.”
“How the hell did he manage to carry all this equipment in here?”
“He made a couple of trips.”
“So he kept a car parked outside?”
“No. He had a cab waiting for him.”
“A cab?”
“Yeah. The cabbie waits for him, then they leave.”
“Does Biddy sit in the front or the back of the cab?”
“Huh? Backseat, I think.”
“Does the cab driver ever help him take stuff out?”
“No. He just sits in the front seat and pops the trunk.”
“You ever help him?”
“Uh…no?”
“Do you know the cab number?”
“No. Why would I?”
“Describe the cab for me.”
“Indie cab. Black with white letters on the front. An older model, like the old cop cars you guys used to drive. Some of you still do.”
“What does the cab driver look like?”
“I don’t know, man. He’s just an older black guy.”
“Give me a description of Biddy.”
“I don’t—African American, tall and skinny.”
“Complexion, age, hair…”
“Medium complexion, I guess, maybe early thirties. Short hair.”
“You tell Detective Hurley all this?”
“I didn’t get a chance to. He was asking me a bunch of questions, then you came in, and he stopped questioning me.”