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.
“You get a burglar, shoot me a call and we’ll take the arrest,” Tyler says.
“Appreciate that. Saves me a lot of trouble having to deal with the dispatcher.”
“You take care, Detective Marr.”
“Be safe, Officers.”
They return to their car, turn off the emergency lights. Partner waves as they pass me.
I look at Driver’s card and put it and my wallet back into my suit jacket.
An hour quickly passes. I’m thinking Younger and Older are going to be there late, like last night at the other club. I roll on home. I’m not ready yet. And damn, I forgot to call Leslie.
Forty-One
Forty-One
After a late-morning shower, I dress down again, ’cause the suit makes me look like a cop.
I try to call Leslie. It goes to voice mail.
“I’m sorry I forgot to call you the other day. Need to get my mind off things, so I’ve been working this other job. Call me. Miss you.” I disconnect.
After I get what I need, I walk to 11th and U.
It’s hotter, more humid than it was earlier, but it’s a short walk. I get there a few minutes early. So does Diamond. He pulls to the corner as if he were waiting for me at the next block.
I tap on the front passenger-side window. He rolls it down.
“This ain’t my bank, but it’s got an ATM,” I tell him, pointing to the bank behind me.
He nods.
I withdraw three hundred, because that’s all it will allow.
I walk back and hop in the rear of the cab, set my backpack beside me.
I count out two hundred and hand it to him through the open slot.
“I’ll give you the rest when we find Biddy.”
“That wasn’t the deal.”
“I said I need to find Biddy and need your help to do it. You agreed. Besides, how do I know you won’t just drive me around to different spots acting like you know where he might be?”
“I ain’t about that, and I’ve already given you good shit.”
“I don’t know you, Diamond.”
“And I don’t know you, and I don’t think I want to anymore after this is done. So I want you to find him, and then we’re through.”
“That’s a deal, but still, you’ll get the remainder if we find him.”
“Shit. All right, then.” Diamond yields.
He drives off, west on U Street.
“I know where a bunch of them go to smoke their crack. I dropped him off there once. He come and go, but it’s a good place to start.”
“So why didn’t you tell me about this place before?”
“Musta slipped my mind.”
I don’t say what I’m thinking.