Decker could hear himself breathing.

Donatti was speaking to him. “Back up and keep your hands up.”

“I don’t…” Decker shut himself up. He was trembling so hard, it took all his concentration to remain on his feet. He did as instructed.

“Now go pick up your brother-in-law from the ground. He stinks. I think he shit in his pants. Can’t anyone take a little pressure anymore?”

Shaking but trying to hide it, Decker went over to Chaim and lifted him to his feet. “Are you all right?”

Chaim was still sobbing.

“Shut him up.”

“He’s terrified—”

“He’s giving me a headache. Shut him up!”

Chaim clamped his trembling hands over his mouth, his body quivering and unstable on his feet. Tears ran from his eyes. Decker slipped his arm around his shoulders. Chaim melted into his arms.

Donatti went over to Merrin’s body, still flowing with rich, oxygenated blood, and plucked the gun from the holster. “Guess who has all the wea-pons,” he sang out. “Guess whose ass you’d better start kiss-ing.”

“What do you want?” Decker whispered.

“I’d like your wife, and probably the easiest way to get her is to shoot you.” He stared at Decker, his eyes filled with avarice and hunger. “What do you think, Lieutenant? Her luscious lips around my cock, those gorgeous baby blues looking up at my face… Good, huh?”

Decker felt his stomach churn. “You’ve got the gun. You’re entitled to dream.”

Donatti grinned. “Nice comeback. You can live another five minutes.” His eyes went to Chaim. “I just shot a nice piece of my income.” He aimed the gun at Chaim’s head. “To make up for that, you’re going to work for me. I need details. You can start now.”

Silence.

Donatti shot a bullet at Lieber’s feet, making him do a little hop. “Don’t keep me waiting, you stupid kike. Tell me about the operation.”

“I…” Chaim cleared his throat. “I was helping…import. I was importing—”

“If you can’t stop stumbling over your words, I’m going to kill you. Now try it again. Go on, I’m getting testy.”

“I bring in the stuff…in my electronic equipment.”

“From where?”

“Europe… Israel… Asia… all over.”

“And Merrin was your distributor?”

Chaim nodded, breaking away from Decker. He tried to stand straighter, but his legs were still wobbly.

“What’s your cut?”

“It works out… to about…” Heavy breathing. But it was clear that Lieber was calming down. “I took about thirty percent of street value.”

“Well, now you’re down to twenty.”

“Sure… yeah. Okay. Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want, ‘Mr. Donatti.’”

“Yes, sure… Whatever you want, Mr. Donatti.”

“Who did Merrin sell it to?”

“The locals kids from the townships… behamas… beasts. Kids with nothing better to do than to go crazy.”

“These vermin over here…” Donatti pointed to the corpses. “They were locals?”

Chaim nodded.

“Merrin sold directly to the boys?”

“He had… others in the force to help him out.”

“Good to know. How’d you get into this?”

“Merrin… he was using dancers… him and the Israelis and the Arabs… but then they got caught in Miami. They… needed another way to import the stuff.” He looked at Decker. “Weiss suggested me because I needed money.”