Текст книги "Jack Taggart Mysteries 7 - Book Bundle"

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“Damn it, Jack! That’s not —”

“Hey, Louie! Lighten up! I’m just joking.”

Louie looked at Jack’s eyes. Jack stared back and didn’t blink. He was supposed to think Jack was telling the truth. He knew better.

chapter twenty-nine

Later that afternoon, Wigmore was putting his work away when his telephone rang.

“Superintendent Wigmore,” the young woman said, “my name is Linda. Are you Jack Taggart’s boss?”

“Indirectly. What can I do for you?”

“I used to go out with Jack, but he doesn’t think I’m good enough for him now.”

“I’m sorry, miss, but I’m not responsible for personal issues that —”

“I understand that! But he shouldn’t be allowed to break the law, even if he is a cop.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, when we were going together, he once told me about something he did to some big-time bank robber. A Frenchman, I think.”

Wigmore gripped the receiver and reached for a pad of paper. “What did he say?”

The woman paused, then said, “I don’t like discussing this on the phone. Would it be okay if I met you? I could be there in two hours, say 6:15.”

“Please do! Just come to the front counter and ask for me. I’ll wait.”

“But what if Jack comes in? I don’t want him to know. Maybe this isn’t a good idea….”

“Do you want to meet someplace else?”

“I’d still feel safer at your office. Do I have to come to the main entrance?”

Wigmore paused, then said, “No, you don’t. Come to the fire escape door at the rear of the building. I’ll let you in and sneak you up the back stairs. Nobody will see you, I promise.”

“Well … that sounds okay. I’ll be there at 6:15 sharp.”

At six o’clock Wigmore called the Communications Office. He told them to ignore the alarm system at the back door at 6:15 while he let in a “special person.”

At 6:05 the woman called Wigmore again. She would be just a couple of minutes late and would call him from her cellphone when she reached the parking lot.

A young man in Communications watched the security camera as the woman approached the rear of the building. Her wide-brimmed hat hid her face, but her tight suit jacket and skirt revealed a good figure with long legs. Her blouse was pinned at her neck by a broach. He glanced at his watch. It was 6:15. She was right on time. The alarm buzzed briefly indicating that the fire escape door had been opened. He watched the camera as the woman stepped inside, and then he reset the alarm.

Wigmore received another call from the woman at 6:30. She sounded scared. She said that she was about to walk across the parking lot when she saw Jack Taggart drive away. She wanted to wait an hour to make sure that it was safe before coming in. Wigmore glanced at his watch and reluctantly agreed to await her next call.

At 7:25 the security alarm notified the Communications Office of another breach at the back door. The young man watched as the same woman left the building. She carried her suit jacket loosely over her shoulder, and her blouse was unbuttoned enough to show her cleavage. She did a little pirouette in the parking lot, swinging her purse in an arc around herself, then staggered before regaining her footing and walking away. Yes, she looked like a “special person.”

Moments later, Wigmore grabbed his telephone on the first ring. The woman said that she was tired and didn’t want to meet him tonight. Maybe some other time.

The security tape in the Communications Office recorded that Wigmore left through the front door of the building at 7:35 p.m.

Jack put his binoculars on the dashboard and smiled. Tiffany let out a squeal, so Jack picked her up. “It’s okay, sweet pea, Mommy will be here in a minute.”

It was not yet seven o’clock in the morning when Assistant Commissioner Isaac arrived at work. As usual, he was well ahead of the rest of his office staff. He didn’t need to pull back the drapes to know the sanctuary of his office had been violated. The smell of Scotch permeated every corner of the room. A large, wet stain spread out from an empty bottle of Glennfiddich that was lying on the carpet, along with the picture of his wife, his bible, his pen set, and his brass business card holder. His business cards lay scattered across the carpet.

Isaac also didn’t need to look at the brassiere hanging from the horn of the stuffed buffalo head to figure out what had taken place on his desk.

Isaac made two telephone calls. The first was to Internal Affairs. “You find them!” seethed Isaac. “I want to know who’s responsible for this! And I want to know now!”

His second call was to a carpet-cleaning company.

Two hours later, the Identification Section announced that they had found fingerprints on the empty bottle of Scotch.

Late that afternoon, Wigmore fidgeted with his hands as he entered Isaac’s office. He denied being responsible. He denied knowing the woman on the tape of the security camera. Yes, he had received a call from someone, and yes he had called Communications, telling them to ignore the alarm. Yes, he drank Scotch. No, he didn’t have a drinking problem. Yes, he could explain how the bottle with his prints got there. He was framed by Jack Taggart!

Isaac listened to Wigmore’s raspy voice plead his innocence and wondered if it was a set-up. After all, a commissioned officer … it just didn’t seem possible. And the brassiere hanging from the buffalo’s horn … it did seem like overkill. He told Wigmore, who was begging for a chance to take the polygraph, that he would accommodate his request before the week was over.

It was 10:30 p.m. when Danny called Wigmore at home. Wigmore was furious but listened to Danny’s plea that he didn’t know anything about Jack framing him. Wigmore said that he was looking forward to seeing Danny in person. The Oceanside, in one hour!

It was 11:45 when Jack and Danny parked with Susan and Tiffany at a payphone near the office, about a forty-minute drive from the Oceanside Lounge. Susan used the payphone to place her call.

“Oceanside Lounge,” said the bartender.

“Yes,” purred Susan. “Is Marvin Wigmore in there? Big guy, brush-cut, drinks Scotch.”

“Yes, he is.”

“Tell him I left my bra in his office and I want it back.”

The bartended suppressed a snicker and said, “I think you better tell him that yourself. Hang on.” Susan heard the bartender shout, “Mr. Wigmore! Telephone!”

Susan passed the receiver to Danny.

“Yeah, this is Wigmore. Is that you, O’Reilly?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Where are you? Why aren’t you here? I’ve been waiting!”

“You’re nothing but a jealous, pompous, vindictive little man with the brain a size of a rat’s and probably the balls to match!”

“What?” screamed Wigmore. “You think you can talk that way with me? You’re finished! Do you understand? Finished! When I see you I’ll rip your face off and —”

“Sir, sir, sir!” interjected Danny. “It’s not me that said that!”

“What? What are you talking about? You said I had the balls of —”

“Sir, no, you misunderstood. I was reading from my notes. That’s what Jack said about you tonight. I was just telling you.”

“Taggart? He said that?”

“Yes, sir. I made notes of it. Sorry, I should have explained that first.”

“Where are you? You could have told me that when you got here.”

“That’s why I’m calling. It’s Jack. He’s really freaked out tonight about you. I don’t know why. He’s been drinking and calling you all sorts of names. I think I should stick with him. He’s talking like he wants to shoot you.”

“Shoot me? That son of a bitch! Okay, listen O’Reilly! You stay close to him. Tomorrow morning we’ll meet at the office. I want you to tell Assistant Commissioner Isaac every detail.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll be there. Good night, sir.”

At 11:58 Wigmore walked out of the lounge and went home. One minute later, the bartender looked up at a new customer.

“Do you have a phone I can borrow for a local call?”

“At the end of the bar. Help yourself.”

It was exactly midnight when Assistant Commissioner Isaac mumbled an apology to his wife while leaning across to answer the telephone on the bedside table. He recognized Wigmore’s raspy, angry voice immediately.

“It’s Superintendent Wigmore! W-I-G-M-O-R-E! Listen, you fuckin’ faggot! You don’t know who you’re messin’ with! You bother me anymore and so help me, I’ll take my gun and ram it up your ass and pull the trigger! That’s after I rip your face off and shove it up your ass too!”

The line went dead. Isaac was shocked, but he still thought like a policeman. He checked his call display and then called the Communications Office. He demanded to know where Jack Taggart was at this exact moment.

One hour later, a policeman interviewed the bartender. Yes, Mr. Wigmore had been in. He was certain. Left around midnight, right after he used the phone. Some woman called him. Said she left her bra in his office. It’s not the sort of thing you would forget. Wigmore might have made another call after. He was really angry. Yelling at someone on the phone.

Wigmore left for work earlier than usual and cautiously looked around as he walked down his apartment hallway and pushed the elevator button. He was wearing a bulletproof vest under his shirt and carried a pistol – something he hadn’t done since being commissioned.

The elevator door opened and Wigmore did an imitation of a freshly caught bass, blinking his eyes while opening and closing his mouth. Three members of the Tactical Team leapt from the elevator and ordered him to the floor. Four more officers appeared on each side of him in the hall, also dressed in black and also carrying automatic weapons. They too screamed for him to hit the floor.

“Go on in.”

Louie Grazia nodded to the secretary, then walked across the fresh-smelling carpet and sat down in front of Isaac’s desk.

“Good work on Project 13 so far, Louie,” said Isaac. “This new informant your section has cultivated is proving very valuable. I gather there is still no indication who is supplying the bikers with information?”

“No, sir, not at this time. We’re working on it.”

“Well, if you hear anything, let me know immediately!”

“Yes, sir.”

Isaac glanced at the picture of his wife and looked back at Grazia.

“You heard about Wigmore this morning?”

Grazia nodded.

“It’s a shame. I just heard from the hospital. Preliminary examination indicates he may be suffering from paranoid schizophrenia. The doctor thinks he truly doesn’t know reality from fiction. He was wearing a bulletproof vest and carrying his sidearm when they took him down. He’s afraid that policemen are trying to kill him. Also said that Taggart and O’Reilly framed him and that O’Reilly called him last night at some lounge and set him up.”

“Oh?”

“It was actually a woman friend of his who called him there. She spoke to the bartender first. Somehow it triggered Wigmore. He went berserk and called and threatened me right after. I haven’t told you this, but Wigmore made accusations yesterday saying that Taggart framed him for the … indiscretion in my office. After Wigmore threatened me at home, I immediately called Communications.”

“Do you think Taggart was involved?”

“Taggart was with O’Reilly. Communications proved that the both of them entered our building only minutes before Wigmore called to threaten me.”

“I’m glad my men weren’t involved, sir.”

“I know. I think Wigmore snapped under the pressure of being commissioned. He’s looking to point his finger at anyone rather than take a good look at himself. The sad thing is, he really believes it.”

“It sounds pretty serious.”

“It’s serious, but they don’t think he’s actually dangerous. They expect to release him shortly and treat him as an outpatient.”

“Will he be coming back to the job?”

“No. I’ll see to it that he goes to pension as soon as he’s released.” Isaac leaned back in his chair and said, “Well, enough about that. Let the men know I’m pleased with how Project 13 is progressing and keep me abreast of any new developments.”

“Yes, sir,” replied Grazia.

It was eleven o’clock on Friday night when Jack and Danny stepped up on the darkened porch and Jack rapped on the door. A few minutes later, the porch light went on and the door opened a crack.

Jack stuck his foot in the doorway and said, “Police! We’ve got an arrest warrant for Jose Cuervo! Open up! We got a tip that he’s hiding in your kitchen!”

“Come on in,” said Louie. “I’ll lead you to him.”

Louie led Jack and Danny into the kitchen. Louie took his pistol from his housecoat pocket and placed it on the kitchen table, and then retrieved the bottle of tequila and three glasses.

The three men gave a silent toast and drank. When they were finished, Louie pointed a finger at Jack and said, “Pour another. I’ll be right back.”

Jack did as he was told, and Louie returned a moment later with a tape recorder. He spoke with a lisp and said, “Lithen to thith, big boys!”

Jack, Danny, and Louie howled with laughter when the tape of Wigmore’s voice was played. When it was finished, Louie became sombre and looked at Jack and said, “He might be vengeful. Keep your eyes open for a while.”

“We’ve talked about this before. As I said, the man’s a bully, which makes him a coward in my eyes. He wouldn’t have the guts to try anything.”

“I agree, but just be careful all the same. Now, time to burn this,” added Louie, reaching for the tape.

Danny pleaded with Louie to play it one more time while he refilled the glasses.

By 2:00 a.m., the tape had been played several times before being destroyed.

chapter thirty

CC sat in the passenger seat flipping through her wiretap application while her partner, Charlie Wells, drove the car. She looked up and said, “Take the next left.”

They parked in front of Bishop’s estate and had barely gotten out of the car when the sound of three rapid gunshots came from behind the home. CC and Charlie both reached for their pistols and ran to the back of the home.

A long pier led into the ocean. A large cabin cruiser was parked at the end of the dock, opposite a small boathouse. Sid Bishop stood near the boathouse and watched a clay pigeon fly into the air. Three more blasts followed, but he missed again and silently cursed the bottle.

A few minutes later, Bishop invited the police officers into his home. He poured them each a cup of tea while he sat and browsed through the wiretap application.

“This information came through a Daniel O’Reilly,” mused Bishop as he read the pages.

CC reached for a scone and said, “His informant.”

“I may need to talk to him later.”

“No problem, I’ll give you his cell number. O’Reilly works with Jack Taggart on the Intelligence Unit. They probably both run the informant. Taggart’s pretty experienced; I’m sure the informant is reliable.”

They were interrupted by the sound of the door chimes. Sid left momentarily, and CC saw that it was a catering company making a delivery.

Sid returned and said, “Sorry about that. Having a bit of a social here tonight. Now, back to this, why isn’t Taggart’s name on this application?”

“The two kids that were killed were his niece and nephew,” CC replied.

“His niece and nephew?”

“Yes.”

“It would be prudent for him to remain in the background. Less chance of defence claiming that the information is biased.”

“You’re right, but there’s more to it than that.”

“Oh?”

“The superintendent who was recently in charge of the Intelligence units told me that he considers Taggart dangerous – a loose cannon. He ordered him to stay clear of this investigation. I have the feeling that Taggart is really involved, maybe holding something back.”

“Holding something back? This application alludes to the fact that someone is divulging classified information. How classified? Would this person know where I live, for example? What about Taggart? Does he know who it is? Damn it! This shouldn’t be taken lightly!”

“There is no indication of anything to be concerned about in regard to anyone’s safety. As far as Taggart goes, I’m certain he doesn’t know anything in that regard.”

“What makes you certain of that?”

“Two things. One is they provided me with the grounds for this application.” CC paused, trying to formulate her words.

“And the second reason?” Bishop asked impatiently.

“From what I heard about Taggart, Wizard and Rolly wouldn’t still be alive.”

It was almost midnight when Nails spoke with Axle.

“Just heard from Wizard. We got a job to do tomorrow morning. Need to vaporize a couple of pigs.”

“Pigs!”

“You got it. I expect you’re about to earn your patch.”

It was Saturday evening, and Jack was helping Marcie clear the dishes from the table when Danny called. Elizabeth answered and passed the telephone to Jack.

“Just got a call from a prosecutor,” said Danny. “Some guy by the name of Sid Bishop. Must be dedicated. Wants to meet me at Willy’s Restaurant tomorrow morning at ten for coffee and go over Homicide’s wiretap application. Also wants you there.”

“CC must have put two and two together. Like I need that!” said Jack, sarcastically.

“I can try it alone. It’s at a mall, and Susan wanted to pick up some things. I don’t mind.”

“I’ll bring my own car and wait nearby. If you don’t think the prosecutor will push the application through without talking to me, then call and I’ll join you.”

“Will do.”

“Depending upon what happens, we should meet our friend right after and prepare him to do his bit.”

“No problem. We could meet him in your car and Susan can drive ours back home.”

chapter thirty-one

Rolly parked near the restaurant parking lot. He watched as Danny arrived. His wife was with him, pushing a baby stroller. She entered the mall while Danny headed for a restaurant.

He pulled up alongside Axle and Nails, who were parked in a van, and gave them a detailed description of O’Reilly’s car before calling Wizard on his cell.

Wizard waited impatiently at the airport. Damien’s flight was to arrive in ten minutes. It would be some time after that before customs was cleared.

Wizard answered Rolly’s call.

“Bad news,” said Rolly. “Just one pig. Not the main one.”

“One is better than none.”

“I guess. The pig also brought along a sow and a piglet. Your call. Now? Or some other time?”

“Do it now! It’s our asses on the line!”

“Understood.”

“Cover the delivery, then get the hell away from there.”

Rolly watched Nails carry his package in a paper shopping bag across the parking lot. He disappeared for a few seconds behind the pig’s car. Rolly felt a few tense seconds as a woman parked nearby. Nails stood up quickly and walked back toward the van. He was still carrying the shopping bag, but it was swinging freely and Rolly knew it was empty. He then drove and parked a block away.

Minutes later, Axle and Nails drove out the restaurant exit to park far enough away that they couldn’t be identified but would still be able to see when O’Reilly’s car approached the exit. Then they could easily detonate the bomb and leave unnoticed while everyone else was distracted by the explosion.

Neither Axle nor Nails knew what Taggart looked like, but their faces were ingrained into his memory. He arrived in the lot as they passed him in the opposite direction.

Danny knew by Sid Bishop’s abrupt tone that he was less than impressed that Jack wasn’t with him. He fired several questions about the reliability of the informant, but Danny was able to answer them all. Their informant was a member of Satans Wrath and had been proven reliable. There was no reason to call Jack. Sid spent more time discussing personal safety than he did the actual investigation. Danny also noted that Sid loved his coffee. Lots of it, black.

When the meeting was over, Danny shook hands with Sid and went into the mall to look for Susan and to call Jack. He didn’t need to call. Jack was inside the mall entrance.

“It went well,” said Danny. “All he had were the basic questions. I could handle it myself. He said we should have the authorization signed by tomorrow or Tuesday.”

“We need to talk,” said Jack.

“Are we meeting our friend?”

“Yes, in about an hour, but…”

Jack’s attention was diverted by a gentle poke in his ribs. “Hi, Jack!”

He smiled politely and then said, “Hi, Susan. Done your shopping already?”

“Afraid so. This cheapskate keeps us on a tight budget.”

Jack looked at Danny and said, “With all the overtime you make?”

“Yeah, right! And when do I get time to spend it? I’m always working!”

“A cheapskate and a complainer. I don’t know, Susan. It must be rough.”

“It is. I just live in quiet desperation and bear the pain.” She grinned and said, “He is pretty good in the sack, though.”

“Only pretty good?” said Danny, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close.

“Okay. You’re great!”

“That’s better!” He kissed her and Tiffany each on the cheek. “See ya, hon,” he said, passing her his car keys. “I should be home around twelve-thirty.”

Damien and his family cleared customs faster than Wizard had hoped. Buck entered the public part of the terminal first, followed by his two sisters. Wizard was just hanging up his cell as Vicki and Damien appeared.

“What’s going on?” asked Damien.

Wizard tried not to smile as he stuffed his cell back in his pocket. “Had some business to take care of. Tried to reach you but couldn’t.”

Damien checked his cell. “It’s been on.”

“Must not work down south or on the plane.”

Damien partially covered his mouth with his hand. He was always conscious of the possibility of someone pointing a directional microphone at him. His voice was quiet, but the tone was angry. “What is it? What have you done?”

Wizard partially covered his own mouth and gave Damien an update on what happened during the last week. He saved telling him about killing O’Reilly and his family until last. When he was finished, he added, “Just one pig to go. Jack Taggart. We’ll have his address today or tomorrow.”

Wizard expected Damien would be furious, but it wasn’t his ass on the line. Besides, the election for national president was only eight days away. Showing enough class to off a pig, or two pigs by then, would prove that he had the balls to do the job. He looked at Damien. You’ve only got a few days left. You know it and I know it! By the look on Damien’s face, he knew that Damien was thinking the same thing.

“This is my fault,” Damien said. He didn’t sound angry, but calculating and matter of fact.

“What? What do ya mean?”

“I should never have left you in charge. You don’t have the … capacity to handle the position. I see that now.”

“Bullshit! I did right! It’s easy for you to talk! The cops aren’t about to bust you for —”

Damien stabbed a finger into Wizard’s chest and said, “You have no idea what you’ve done! Do you really think there won’t be retribution over this?”

“They’ll never pin it on us!”

“You dumb fuck! I didn’t say that they’d be looking for evidence! I’m talking retribution!” He then turned and walked back to his family.

Wizard watched as Damien herded his family to an airline counter and bought them all tickets to Mexico. Yeah, well, if you’re worried about your family, you shouldn’t have one.

Danny rushed out of the mall as Susan was putting the stroller in the car. “There’s been a change of plans,” he said, glancing around the parking lot.

“Aren’t you going with Jack?”

“No, we’re going for a drive right now. Jack is going to follow us. Hurry up and get in.”

Susan could tell by the look on Danny’s face that he was either angry or scared. Or perhaps both. “Danny, what is it? What’s going on?”

Danny waited until he had backed out of the parking stall before saying, “Jack saw two bikers arrive shortly after we did. He’s been watching them. They’re parked in a van watching this parking lot.”

“You think they’re here because of you? That they followed you?”

“Looks like it.”

“Where are they? I don’t see anyone!”

The words were barely out of her mouth when there was a horrendous explosion in an adjacent parking lot. Susan saw the back of a van lift off the ground before bouncing back down. An orange fireball of flame filled the inside and she could see the silhouettes of two people in the front.

The passenger instinctively grabbed at his blown eardrums before slumping over. The driver clawed at his door, but the van had buckled from the explosion and the door wouldn’t open. His body writhed inside the van and then fell from sight.

“My God!” Susan screamed. “Danny!” she said, pointing to the van.

“That’s them!” he replied. “They blew themselves up!” He gazed at the van momentarily and then sped out of the mall lot. “They were planning on killing us! You, Tiffany, and me!”

“What are you saying? I don’t understand! What’s going on?”

“They’re the same two guys who murdered Crystal. One guy is a bomb expert.”

“A bomb expert? But why?”

Danny glanced in the rear-view mirror and said, “Guess he wasn’t an expert, but you can bet it was intended for us.”

“Why aren’t you waiting for the police? Why —”

“I’m getting you and Tiffany the hell away from here! There could be others! You’re going to pack, and I’m putting you on a plane. Call your brother in Calgary and stay with him.”

“But why? What are you going to do?”

“They probably know where we live! Jack told me to move in with him while we sort things out. He’s going to make a few calls.”

“To who? What for?” said Susan, starting to cry.

“This is against the rules. The bastards have just declared war and they’re going to get it.”

Wizard answered his cellphone.

“We’ve got a problem!” Rolly’s voice was high-pitched.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Find a television! It’s on right now!”

Wizard and Damien went into one of the airport’s lounges and saw live coverage of a breaking story on television. An explosion had ripped a van apart. Two bodies were recovered, but the broadcast said they were burned beyond recognition.

“I don’t get it,” said Wizard. “Rolly saw them put the package on the pig’s car!”

Damien looked at Wizard for a moment, then said, “This being the same Rolly who the cops know killed the little boy and later the Indo? Who else knew he whacked them two?”

“He said he hasn’t told anyone.”

“So only you know … and the police.”

Wizard didn’t respond.

The two men walked back to where Vicki and the children were waiting.

“You gonna cancel their flight now?” asked Wizard

Damien shook his head. “There could still be retribution. The fact that you failed won’t make a difference.”

“But…”

“Shut the fuck up and listen! We’ve got a rat in-house! It could be Rolly or someone else in your chapter.”

Wizard was about to defend Rolly, but Damien gave him a long, hard look, and he decided it was in his best interest to stay quiet on that subject. “What about the two pigs?” he asked.

“Unfortunately, because of your stupidity, now I have to deal with them immediately before any more shit hits the fan. Then we’ll find out who the rat is. In the meantime, nobody in your chapter is to go anywhere near them. It’ll strictly be the east-side boys. Understood?”

“Understood.”

“And that means you, too!”