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Chapters (95)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-One
  26. Twenty-Two
  27. Twenty-Three
  28. Twenty-Four
  29. Twenty-Five
  30. Twenty-Six
  31. Twenty-Seven
  32. Twenty-Eight
  33. Twenty-Nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-One
  36. Thirty-Two
  37. Thirty-Three
  38. Thirty-Four
  39. Thirty-Five
  40. Thirty-Six
  41. Thirty-Seven
  42. Thirty-Eight
  43. Thirty-Nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-One
  46. Forty-Two
  47. Forty-Three
  48. Forty-Four
  49. Forty-Five
  50. Forty-Six
  51. Forty-Seven
  52. Forty-Eight
  53. Forty-Nine
  54. Fifty
  55. Fifty-One
  56. Fifty-Two
  57. Fifty-Three
  58. Fifty-Four
  59. Fifty-Five
  60. Fifty-Six
  61. Fifty-Seven
  62. Fifty-Eight
  63. Fifty-Nine
  64. Sixty
  65. Sixty-One
  66. Sixty-Two
  67. Sixty-Three
  68. Sixty-Four
  69. Sixty-Five
  70. Sixty-Six
  71. Sixty-Seven
  72. Sixty-Eight
  73. Sixty-Nine
  74. Seventy
  75. Seventy-One
  76. Seventy-Two
  77. Seventy-Three
  78. Seventy-Four
  79. Seventy-Five
  80. Seventy-Six
  81. Seventy-Seven
  82. Seventy-Eight
  83. Seventy-Nine
  84. Eighty
  85. Eighty-One
  86. Eighty-Two
  87. Eighty-Three
  88. Eighty-Four
  89. Eighty-Five
  90. Eighty-Six
  91. Eighty-Seven
  92. Acknowledgements
  93. About the Author
  94. Also by David Swinson
  95. Thank you for buying this ebook, published by Hachette Digital.

It’s starting to get hot, so I turn the car back on and crank the air. I put my seat back to its original position, step out of the car, walk around to the front passenger side, set my backpack on the floor behind the seat, and hop in. I light a smoke and get ready to catch a cab.

About forty-five minutes later I see him exit. He walks slowly toward his car, and I exit my car not far behind him. There’s more traffic now. Cars passing. A couple of people coming up on his side from Florida Ave., but they cross the street to continue north on 11th. He’s not paying much attention to this side. I shoulder my pack, walk at a fast pace toward his cab.

I get to the rear of his cab and turn around to see him walking across the street toward the driver’s-side door.

I walk to the driver’s side of his cab as he takes his keys out to unlock it. It’s an old model, so he doesn’t have a key fob. He looks at me, not worried, probably just wondering why a man in a nice suit is standing in the street next to his cab.

“Mr. Diamond,” I say.

Thirty

Thirty

Do I know you, sir?” he asks with a kind smile. Not an image of this man I expected to see.

As a PI and a retired cop, I’m breaking one of the biggest rules I can break, but still, I pull out my wallet and flash my badge, trying to do it so fast that he can’t take notice of RETIRED etched above DETECTIVE. I can easily get my license revoked doing this kinda shit, but I’ve been lucky playing it so far. And fuck, I break rules. I do.

He withdraws his smile. Guess he didn’t see the RETIRED part.

“Did I do something wrong here, Officer?”

Not the question to ask if you didn’t do anything wrong.

“Yes. But nothing we can’t work out.” And I immediately regret saying that, but it just came out, so now I have to go with it.

“What’s this all about? I ain’t done nothin’.”

“Well, I don’t know about that, Mr. Diamond.”

What the fuck? My mouth’s quicker than—

“What are you talkin’ about? I ain’t done nothin’, nothin’ at all. And I’m parked in a legal spot.”

“It’s not today we have to talk about.”

“I’m an honest, hardworking man. I never been arrested. What’s this about?”

“I’m sure you’re hardworking. And I know your record is clean. There is a possibility it can stay that way, but that’ll depend on how you wanna play this.”