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.
Shit. I feel for Hurley and Millhoff. It’s turned political. Who am I kidding? I feel more for me. What the hell is going to happen? What the hell am I doing?
Maybe I’ve let myself get too close to Diamond. Revealed too much. Damn—my prints are all over the interior of his cab. Just the thought of being suspected is bad enough. I’ve been there, and it’s not fun.
A couple of cars rolling by catch my attention. They pass slowly. Probably looking for a parking space, though.
Evening settles in, and still nothing. Those cicadas change their song. No lights on in the house. I should be more concerned right about now, but the Klonopin I took earlier is kicking in. Easy. Easy.
Time slows down while you’re on surveillance. It’s like fishing, being out on the Potomac in that old johnboat I used to have. It’s not like surveillance: when I was fishing, it didn’t matter whether I caught anything or not. On the river, sitting back with the line out and letting the current do all the work was more than enough.
Headlights beaming through my rear window bring me right back. I slide farther down in my seat, let the car pass.
It’s fucking Diamond, and it looks like he has a passenger in the front seat.
He double-parks in front of his house a few cars up and across from where I’m parked. The cab’s hazard lights turn on. They exit. I’m betting the passenger is Biddy. He’s a skinny young man, but he’s well dressed and doesn’t look like a typical crackhead. Most likely because he’s not homeless and might even shower on occasion.
The young man follows Diamond to the front porch and then into the house, closing the door behind him.
Warm glow filters through curtains on the front window. Shortly after, another light on the second floor.
I focus my attention on that front door for what seems like more than an hour. Then the door opens, and Diamond walks out, followed by the young man, now carrying a medium-size suitcase.
Has to be Biddy. He’s been staying there all this time, but now the protective uncle is gonna take him somewhere else. I hope he won’t do something stupid after, like take my advice and turn himself in. No, I have a feeling that when he calls me tomorrow he’ll come up with something like he can’t find Biddy, some shit like that.
I let them make the right turn, then turn my headlights on and speed up to the intersection.