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.
“Of course not. We staked out where you said he was hanging, stopped a few people, but he was in the wind.”
“What can you tell me about the scene?”
“Not a drive-by,” Millhoff begins. “More like face-to-face, and he was caught by surprise. Execution, maybe?”
“Damn. What’s his full name?”
“Came up in the system as Eugene Wrayburn. Don’t have his juvenile records, but he does have a few PWIDS and a CPWL charge.”
I’m thinking I unknowingly got caught up in something else, something big as well as bad. Jeffrey’s murder, the burglary, and now this? All of it only seems to tie back to me.
“You said the gun was placed on his chest?”
“Yes.”
“Was it used to shoot him?”
Millhoff and Hurley look at each other, like there’s more to this.
“What?”
“The bullets that were recovered from your cousin’s body were a match to your pistol.”
“No!”
“I’m sorry, man.”
“Sorry, Frank,” Hurley says, too.
Millhoff straightens himself on the sofa, looks at me.
“You’re still not thinking I’m a suspect in all this.”
“I don’t know what to think, Frank. Bodies dropping all around you.”
“Fuck you. Tell me what Ray was shot with.”
“A .38, but not your gun, unless you have another .38 in the house we should know about.”
“Fuck this. No. That mean you gonna come back with a search warrant? Because if it does, I’ll save you the trouble and take you around my house so you can see for yourself.”
“Appreciate that, and I’ll let you know if we want to do that.”
“You’re wasting your time looking at me.”
No answer.
“You compare Wrayburn’s prints to the ones you pulled from here?”
“We are,” Millhoff says.
“We also showed Wrayburn’s photo to that Wendland character at Thrift World, but of course he doesn’t know him. Says it isn’t the one who goes by Biddy.”
“Well, it sounds like you guys will be working some midnight shifts, going clubbing. Ray would do his dealings in the parking lot.”
“I’m really looking forward to that,” Millhoff says.
I want to tell them about Diamond, but doing so now fucks me six ways worse.
“I can’t make sense of this shit,” I say more to myself than to them.
“We will,” Millhoff says with confidence.
“And if you’re silly enough to be thinking I’m a suspect for Wrayburn, then call Leslie, because she’s my alibi.”
“You kidding me? You’re tapping that?”
“Watch your mouth,” I snap back.
“Damn, Frankie.”
“Shut the fuck up already.”
“You were with her all night?” Hurley asks.
I just give him a look.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“How many enemies do you have, Frank?”