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.
That scene was seriously weird. Something really off about that whole situation. Dangerous, though it felt like they were both playing roles.
I’m being paranoid.
No, I’m not.
The last thing I look like is a robbery suspect. I might have a little scruff, but other than that I’m a clean-cut guy. Not to mention my nice jeans and Nat Nast shirt. Maybe a bank robber, but not a common street robber. What the fuck? But seriously, the Nast shirt alone is unique in design and color. Who’d be stupid enough to rob someone wearing this shirt?
Takes some kinda dope to play a joke like that on his rookie. Takes an idiot to play it on me. Even those I know well on the department, like Luna or Millhoff, wouldn’t pull something like that. Hell, maybe Jasper was telling the truth; I’d really like to think he’s just an idiot FTO.
I go to bed early, fall in and out of sleep for most of the night. When I wake up again, it’s not even 7:00 a.m. Fuck it, I’m up.
I loaf around, get a call for a job, some guy who needs an employee checked out for possible embezzlement. Said he heard about me through another client. I turn it down. “Unfortunately, I’ll be committed for at least two weeks,” I tell him. “Call back then if you don’t find anyone else.”
I check my iPhone for the local news, see if there’s anything new. Jeffrey’s mom is all over the place. I need to stay off this thing. It’s just gonna drive me crazy. I half expect Millhoff and company to kick my door in any day. How crazy is that? And then last night. I still can’t shake what happened. And no, I’ll never admit that it scared the living shit outta me. Hell, no.
I figure, as hard as it is, I’m gonna try to burn that feeling out of my system. I drop to do my push-ups, then the crunches. But for some reason, I just feel more pissed off when I’m done.
Twenty-Six
Twenty-Six
The majority of burglars in DC are crackheads, and the one thing I know about crackheads is that they’re predictable. They have a habit bound by routine and, after a while, by superstition. They stick to their regular spots and the people they have grown to trust. That goes for where they sell the stolen goods or trade them for drugs, where they have to go afterward to buy the crack and smoke it, and sometimes who they will smoke it with.