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.
I turn right again, pass the alley at a slow speed, notice the two guys up against the wall, face-first and legs spread. I make my way back home. It’s not my concern whether they find probable cause to lock these boys up. Like I said, I could care less. All I wanted to do is follow through for Diamond so he wouldn’t have to pick them up. Now he doesn’t.
I call him on my phone.
“Yeah, police got them,” I say. “We’ll just say it was an anonymous call from a concerned citizen.”
I advise him that I appreciate the call and tell him to let me know the second Biddy calls.
I find the same parking spot near home. It’s too fucking early, and I’m going to have another long night of surveillance on Younger and Older. I figure they gotta be good for a little something, maybe more. I’m enthusiastic for something more. I’m not gonna deny my need. My brain’s wired that way, ’cause if I run out I’m useless. I’ve been there, and I don’t want to go back. I justify these actions because there’s also the possibility that I might get good information outta that house. Something that might lead me to Jeffrey’s murderer.
I strip back down to my shorts and hit the sack.
Forty
Forty
I wait for Younger and Older around the same time as last night. This time they step out a little early. Younger lights up a big blunt on the stoop, shares it with Older.
I tail them the same way, but this time they slow to a crawl on 17th before Rhode Island Avenue. They take a right on Rhode Island. I get to the corner just as they’re making a U-turn a quarter of the way up the block. I pull up slowly, like I’m gonna turn left, but I notice them park illegally alongside the curb behind some orange construction barrels. I make a left because I don’t want to pass them. I pull into the opening of a narrow alley, blocking the sidewalk. A couple of pedestrians give me a dirty look as they have to walk around my car. Not many other folks around this time of night.
I cup my binos and observe them exit the vehicle and walk toward Connecticut Ave. Are they going to the club where Jeffrey used to go?
I back out carefully, letting a couple of cars pass, then I drive slowly behind them. It’s a long block, so I have to stay back.
They get to the corner and wait for the WALK sign before crossing Connecticut. I double-park farther back and tap on my hazard lights. I can barely make out the entrance to the club, but I can see enough of the steps to know whether they’re about to enter.