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.
“Damn. All right. But can you at least sit yourself in the back like a regular customer? Looks too suspicious having you in the front like that.”
“That I can understand.”
I look at the keys in his ignition, think about taking them until I get in back. I decide not to, ’cause I have to show trust, even though I trust him for nothing.
“You pull away on me when I step out, I’ll personally be kicking in the door to your house.”
“How many times I gotta keep tellin’ you I ain’t stupid?”
I shoot him an ever-so-slight smile. He’ll get nothing more.
I slide open the Plexiglas window between the seats and step out of the car, but before I close the front door I open the rear door. When it opens, I shut the front door and hop in back. I roll down my window to see if I have control of it.
“Show me where he buys his drugs first.”
“Drugs?”
“Give me a break. Take me to where Biddy buys his drugs.”
He drives.
We get to the 1300 block of Riggs, Northwest, where he slowly passes and points out a two-story connected home. I get the address and write it down in my pocket notebook. I never got any intel about the house back when I was working narcotics, and I had an excellent source for this area. They’re all, like, million-dollar homes now.
“I don’t want them to see me here,” he says.
“Don’t worry. No one’s gonna see you. Just drive to the next spot.”
Riggs is a one-way street, so he drives west to 14th. After a couple of minutes, with traffic getting heavy, he makes a left on 14th and then a right on R Street, one block down. Again he drives slowly and points out a multistory apartment building. This block I am definitely familiar with. It was hoppin’ a few years back. I copy the address.
“I don’t know what floor, but he stays at that building. I think with a woman, or maybe his mother.”
“Make this right on Fifteenth, and drive by the store on Fourteenth so I can make sure we’re talking about the same place.”
He makes a right and drives back around to 14th, where he makes another right. Once we pass Rhode Island Avenue, he points out the same convenience store I sat on the other day.
“Good,” I tell him. “Now let’s find a private spot to talk for a minute, then that’ll be it for today.”
“You talkin’ more of this shit?”
“Let’s just get through this here first, okay? In fact just head back to the area of Eleventh and W and find a parking space. I can get out from there after we’re done.”
“What the hell did I get myself into?” he mumbles.
“Big mess, but nothing we can’t fix together. Right?”