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.
He walks to the rear passenger-side window. Diamond leans toward him. They’re across the street and down a bit, but I can make out the cash transaction between the two with my binos. Diamond appears to pocket the money after. The trunk pops open. A few more words between the two, and the mope pulls the suitcase from the cab and walks back into the store. Diamond rolls up his window, and I can tell he’s about to pull out. Their deal is done.
I have to make a quick decision, and it doesn’t take more than a second to figure Robert Diamond is the one I’m gonna follow. He’s an easier mark, with a lot more to lose, and I got a feeling I can break him easier than I can break a violent, possibly dangerous crackhead. Even if the crackhead is Biddy, Diamond will lead me back to him. If I play him right.
I stay a couple of cars behind the cabbie as he drives south on 9th Street. I need to stay back as best I can. The cab is easy to make out from a distance, but I don’t want to get too far back and chance getting jammed up in traffic or stuck at a light.
Diamond pulls up to the curb at the southwest corner of 9th and I Streets for a young lady trying to hail him over. She has a purse and a small wheeled carry-on suitcase. She puts it in the rear seat and hops in. Damn. I think about going to the address Luna gave me for him, but then what if it’s a bad address? I can’t risk losing him. Just have to stick with it.
He drops her off at Union Station. Luckily for me, he doesn’t go around the semicircle again and park with the line of cabs waiting to pick up fares. Instead he makes his way to Mass Avenue and to E Street, where he heads west. This might be a long fucking day. I check my fuel level. Three-quarters full. That should do it if that’s what it becomes.
Twenty-Nine
Twenty-Nine
I tailed him into the evening. Nothing but a few fares. Nothing suspicious, but I did get some good intel, especially when I followed him home and confirmed he lives at the address Luna gave me.
Can’t take it for granted anymore when I enter my home. My shirt is tucked behind the grip of my gun with my hand firmly on the grip. I close the door behind me. Quietly. Lock it, scan as I move toward the kitchen. All as it should be, but still can’t relax. Damn—burglary, murder, who knows why or what they’ll do next? Not even ten o’clock, and I’m gonna hit the sack.
Leslie calls a few minutes later. I let it go to message. Don’t know why.