Текст книги "Jack Taggart Mysteries 7 - Book Bundle"

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chapter nineteen

It was dusk when Marcie arrived at the Black Water. She leaned against an air duct leading into the ally and watched indifferently as the four-door grey car with a microphone hanging from the dash pulled up to the curb.

Danny leaned over from behind the steering wheel and gestured with his finger for Marcie to approach the car. She sauntered over and opened up the passenger door.

“Good evening, officer, what can I do for you tonight?” she asked, giving a cocky smile.

“Get in the car, Marcie.”

She groaned audibly. “Vice? How do you know my name?”

“No, I’m not Vice. My name’s Danny O’Reilly. I just want to talk to you. Get in.”

“Are you arresting me?”

“No.”

Marcie glanced quickly up and down the street.

“Don’t worry if someone sees you. Cops talk to hookers all the time. Hurry up and get in. We’ll sit right here.”

“You got no proof I’m a hooker.”

“Get in!”

Marcie sat in the front seat and closed the door.

“So what’s this all about? How come you know my name? If you’re not Vice, what are ya, a narc?”

“No, I’m not a narc. I’m on an intelligence-gathering section with the RCMP. We’ve learned something that could save your life.”

The smile masking Marcie’s face was replaced by fear. She looked like the scared little girl she really was.

“Save my life? What are you talking about?”

Danny took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. “We know a lot about you, Marcie. Who you’re involved with, what type of people they are.”

“I’m not involved with anyone.”

“What can you tell me about Crystal? Who killed her? Who was she involved with?”

Marcie gave a small, dry cough. “Crystal?” her voice cracked. “Is that the person who got killed on the freeway yesterday? I heard something about it on the news. I think she hung out down here sometimes, but I don’t really know for sure.”

“She was your friend, Marcie. Don’t you care about what happened to her?”

“I said I didn’t know her!”

“Three nights ago she met you here and wanted you to leave with her. Two nights ago she went to your apartment and asked you.”

Marcie’s face paled. “How do you know about that?”

“We know a lot of things. We also believe the same people who killed Crystal think you know too much. They’re going to kill you too.”

Marcie’s mouth twitched, then she shook her head and replied, “I don’t believe you! You’re just saying that!”

“Marcie! Please! Think about what I’ve said! Talk to me and I’ll make sure nobody hurts you. We’ll look after you. Think about what happened to Crystal!”

Marcie was silent for a brief moment, then slowly shook her head.

“If you won’t help me with who murdered your friend, then at least save your own life!”

“I can look after myself.” Her wide eyes and trembling lips revealed she knew she couldn’t.

“Come on, Marcie! Use your head!”

“I’m gettin’ out,” she said, opening the door.

“Marcie!” shouted Danny, grabbing her arm. “Believe me! I know what I’m saying!”

“Let go!” she wailed. “If I’m not under arrest, you can’t do this!”

“Look, think about what I’ve said. I want to help you, I really do. Take my card. It’s got my cell number. If you change your mind you’ll know how to reach me.”

Marcie reluctantly put the card in her purse and then got out of the car.

“Marcie,” said Danny, before she closed the door, “I hope you saved the little glass mouse Crystal gave you, ’cause there’s not much else left of her.”

Marcie’s eyes started to water, then she slammed the door and walked back to the mouth of the alley.

The hours slowly ticked by. Marcie stared at her watch to make sure it hadn’t quit. She kept thinking about Danny. Was he telling the truth? How did he know so much?

His face looked familiar. She was sure he had been coming and going from the BW. Should I tell Red? What if she thinks I squealed?

She took his card out of her purse and looked at it before stuffing it back inside. He said he’d look after me … but look what happened to the guy in the alley when he ratted out! She looked at the crystal mouse in her purse, then quickly closed it.

Almost midnight and still no customers. Typical Monday … when things are dead.

She saw headlights coming down the alley from behind the hotel. A dark-coloured pickup truck came to a stop. The headlights partially blinded her, but she could make out the silhouette of a figure gesturing to her from behind the steering wheel. She walked around to the passenger side, putting one foot on the running board as she stuck her face up to the open window.

“Hey, mister, looking to party?” she asked with a smile. Her smile vanished when she saw that the man was wearing a ski mask that hid all but his eyes and mouth.

She stood transfixed as the barrel of a shotgun rose toward her face. Abruptly, the shotgun jerked to a stop when it caught in the seatbelt harness.

The man pulled it free and Marcie screamed and turned her face as she started to tumble to the ground. The roar from the shotgun echoed up the alley as the truck careened wildly out into the street and disappeared.

Danny answered his cellphone. Two minutes after that, Jack and Danny pulled up to the curb a few blocks away from the Black Water. There was a telephone booth nearby, but it was empty. Seconds later, a figure crawled out from under a parked car and ran toward them.

Jack watched her yank open the back door of the car and clamber inside. She was saturated with urine, rain, and mud. Jack noted her face around her eyes. It was dry. The dirt and dust hadn’t been stained. As scared as she was, she hadn’t cried.

How hard has she become? Is she already like so many others down here whose brains protect them from their world by shutting out any emotion that causes pain? Completely incapable of any real feelings?

She looked out the back window of the car and then glanced out the side windows.

“You’re safe now, Marcie,” said Danny. “This is Jack Taggart, my partner.”

Marcie turned to stare out the back window. “Marcie! You’re safe! You really are,” said Jack. The gruff tone of his voice caught her attention. She looked at him for the first time, then said, “I know you! You were with Red a couple weeks ago! When that guy who ratted got killed in the back alley!”

“I was. Red doesn’t know who I really am.”

Marcie paused for a moment, then said, “You said somethin’ that made Red take me off the street for a while.”

“I tried to help. Sorry there wasn’t anything else I could do.”

Marcie stared briefly into his eyes, then her body relaxed and she held her head in her hands and wept.

Jack looked at Danny and said, “Let’s go to my apartment. She can have a shower and warm up while I wash her clothes. Then we’ll talk.”

“We could take her to my house. Susan wouldn’t mind.”

“No,” replied Jack quietly. “If things don’t work out, I don’t want anyone knowing where you live. It’s easier for me to change apartments than for you to sell your house.”

“Are we going to call Social Services?” asked Danny. “I’m not going with them!” wailed Marcie. “They got people in there who tell them stuff. I know, ’cause Red told me! You make me go there and I’ll just run away. I mean it!”

“Take it easy,” replied Jack. “Who do you mean when you say ‘they’? You said, ‘They got people in there.’”

“Bikers,” she sobbed, “Satans Wrath.”

He looked at Danny and whispered, “I believe her.”

It was two hours later when Marcie stepped out of a warm shower, wrapped a towel around herself, and peeked out the bathroom door.

“Your clothes are on my bed,” yelled Jack from the kitchen. “I didn’t iron them, but they’re clean. I just took them out of the dryer; they’re probably still warm. I also put one of my shirts on the bed. Put it on, too.”

Minutes later, Marcie walked into the kitchen. She looked flustered and gestured with her arms. She had rolled up the sleeves several times, but they still hung down to her wrists. The tail of Jack’s shirt hung to her knees.

“Don’t worry about it,” said Jack. “It looks better than the tank top.”

Marcie’s face flushed and she sat down at the table.

“How do you like your eggs?” asked Jack, opening the refrigerator.

“I – I’m not hungry,” she replied, sitting down at the kitchen table. “Thank you for washing my clothes. I was so scared I pissed … I mean wet myself.”

“So who tried to kill you, Marcie?” asked Jack, while dumping a package of bacon into a frying pan. “You said somebody took a shot at you. Do you know who it was? Did you see their faces or get a licence number of the car?”

“It wasn’t a car, it was a truck. It was just one guy. He was wearing a ski mask. I didn’t see any licence plate, but I think it was a black truck, or maybe blue.”

Marcie drew her feet up onto the chair and wrapped her arms around herself as she started to tremble. “I don’t know how he missed me. It was really close! It must have gone over the top of my head, just as I turned and fell.”

“Do you have any idea who it was?” asked Jack.

“No, but it was a biker.”

Jack and Danny exchanged a quick glance. Jack asked, “How do you know? You said you couldn’t see him too well.”

“Well, I just know. That’s who killed Crystal, ’cause she was runnin’ out on them. Red told me I was lucky I didn’t go with her or they’d have killed me, too.”

“Do you know who killed her?” asked Jack.

Marcie shook her head. “I don’t know. I hardly ever saw them. Just one guy. He’s really big and has a grey goatee. Red told me we all work for Satans Wrath. They charge all the girls a hundred bucks a day. She said they’d kill us if we try to leave owin’ them money.”

Marcie looked over at Danny and said, “Crystal did want me to go with her.”

“She liked you,” said Danny.

“She was my friend,” admitted Marcie, starting to weep.

“Try to relax,” said Jack. “I want you to tell us everything from the beginning. Why you left home. Who your relatives are. How you met Red. I want to know everything that’s ever happened to you, including things you’ve heard or saw. How much dope you’re using … everything. Understand?”

Marcie wiped the tears from her eyes. “It’s gonna take a long time.”

“That’s okay,” said Jack. “We want all the details.” He looked at the frying pan and knew the smell of bacon wafting through the apartment would be hard to resist. “Are you sure you won’t change your mind on some breakfast? It’ll help warm you up.”

“Well, okay, thanks. Maybe a little,” replied Marcie, giving Jack a quick smile.

It was one o’clock in the afternoon before Marcie finished telling everything she could about herself, including what happened the night she was taken to a motel and what she knew about everyone else.

Danny went to the office and returned with two large photo albums.

“I want you to look through these pictures very carefully,” said Jack. “They’re photographs of every known member of Satans Wrath living in British Columbia. I want to see if you can recognize if it was one of them who drove you to the cabin.”

“If he’s in here, I’ll know him.”

Marcie turned just two pages before sitting up rigidly in the chair.

“That’s him!” She stabbed at the picture with her finger. “That’s the guy right there!”

“Are you sure?” asked Danny.

Marcie glared at Danny. “Of course I’m sure! I’ll never forget his face. Never!”

Jack took the book and looked at the picture. “Randy Bennett, alias Wizard. He’s the president of the west-side chapter.”

He thought about the significance of this. An executive member of Satans Wrath wouldn’t act as a pimp for some young girl or supply drugs to anyone who wasn’t a club member. Those jobs would be left for more expendable members. Whomever Wizard drove Marcie to meet in the cabin must be so important, or secret, that he wouldn’t delegate the job to someone else.

Jack looked at Marcie. How small and pathetic she looks. Life has dealt her a pretty dirty hand … yet there is still a spark of stubbornness in her. She’s not the type to give up easily.

“Good going, Marcie. I’m proud of you.”

“You’re proud of me?” She looked surprised.

“Yes, I am. You’re a fighter. You’ve been through a hell of a lot. Right now, though, I think you should go in there and get to bed. You’ve been through enough for one day!”

“What are you goin’ to do with me? Like, I can’t stay here. You’ve only got one bedroom. My grandma’s in a nursing home, so I can’t stay with her.”

“Trust me,” replied Jack, trying to give her a reassuring smile. “We won’t toss you out on the street. We are your friends. Real friends. I want you to remember that.”

Marcie smiled. “Thanks. For cops … I mean police, you guys are really nice.”

“Get some sleep; we’ll figure something out.”

An hour later Jack peeked in the bedroom and saw she was asleep. When he returned to the living room, Danny asked, “Do you think she’s honest about only using dope a few times?”

“I saw her arms when you went to the office. She pushed up her sleeves to wash the dishes. She didn’t have much in the way of needle marks. She told us about everything else, so I don’t think she would lie about that.”

“You made her wash the dishes after what she’s been through!”

“She insisted on washing while I dried. I think she wanted me to see her arms, to show she was telling the truth.”

“She’s a spunky kid. Most adults would be in a psych ward by now if they’d been through what she has.”

“She’s a tough little character. Pretty sharp, too. I also asked her if she told anyone about you being a cop. She said she didn’t. She was too scared.”

“Do you believe her?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe I can still give you inside cover.”

“I’ll meet Red tomorrow and try to arrange to meet her source later in the week.”

“So Eddy Trimble rides again.”

“A little longer, then he’ll disappear.”

Danny pointed toward the bedroom and said, “I still can’t help but wonder how she would have turned out if she had been raised by a real parent instead of a monster. I hope she’s not so screwed up now that it’s too late.”

Jack nodded in agreement.

“Too bad she doesn’t know who is supplying Red or who planted the bomb under Crystal’s car. Maybe it’s that Wizard guy.”

“I’m definitely going to take a personal interest in him,” said Jack. “But before justice is served on Wizard, I’m going find out who molested her in the cabin. From her description, it didn’t sound like a biker.”

Danny wondered what Jack’s definition of justice was. He cleared his throat and said, “She said something, that he called her cutesy, or something about, ‘Cutesy, it’s your turn now.’ Was he talking to her, or was he talking to the dog?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think she knew. The guy was smart enough to avoid DNA.”

“Probably been busted before.”

“Maybe.” Jack leaned forward and whispered to Danny, “I don’t want to leave her here alone, so I’ll get you to return the truck. Don’t forget my ski mask. It’s under the seat.”

“Will do.”

Jack got to his feet. “Hand me that piece of paper with the name of her grandmother’s nursing home. I’m going to make a call.”

Moments later, Jack returned to the living room and looked at Danny without speaking.

“What is it? You look upset?”

“She no longer has a grandmother. She died in her sleep two weeks ago.”

Danny paused as the message sank in, then replied, “The poor kid. As if she hasn’t been through enough. We’ll have to call Social Services!”

Jack closed his eyes for a moment while massaging his temples with his hands, then he walked back to the telephone.

chapter twenty

Jack politely declined to join Ben and Liz for dinner but did accept a cup of tea while they ate. He knew that they could tell by his demeanour that he had something to say, so he said it.

The blood pressure immediately rose in Ben’s face. He shoved his plate back and stood up from the kitchen table. “You brought her here? Damn it, Jack! I told you on the phone that we couldn’t do this!”

He went to the kitchen window and looked out at Jack’s car, then turned to Liz. “She’s sitting in his car, right now.” He looked at Jack and said, “I want you to leave. You’ve got no right to be asking us to do this after what happened. Get her out of here!”

Jack stood up from the table and said, “I’m sorry. I thought maybe if you just met her…”

“What did you think you were doing?” asked Liz, wiping tears from her face. “Trying to replace Maggie?”

Jack sighed, then said, “This isn’t about you or Ben. It’s about Marcie. She’s been sexually abused most of her life by her father. She ran away from that only to be attacked by another pervert. She just turned thirteen and is living on the street and chipping heroin. If she doesn’t get a break now, she’s dead. It might already be too late.”

“Call Social Services,” said Liz.

“As I told you on the phone, it’s too risky. If you heard the news about the young woman blown up on the freeway two days ago, that was her friend.”

“The news said that was a prostitute,” said Ben. “You’re telling me that her friend was a prostitute?”

“Yes. Marcie has been working the street, too.”

“What? You expect us to take in a drug-addicted prostitute? You’re out of your mind!”

“I said she was chipping. It means she’s just starting – an occasional user. I don’t think she’s addicted … yet. That’s another reason why being way out here on a farm would be better for her. It won’t be so easy for her to get a fix.”

“But she’s a prostitute!” said Liz.

“She’s still a child. Since she was an infant, the only person she had to protect her was her father. All that bastard did was use her for his own sexual perversion. Now she’s on the street. Is it any wonder?”

Liz went to the kitchen window and peeked out at Marcie, who was getting out of the car. As Liz watched, Marcie approached a pair of geese. The gander felt protective of his mate and honked and flapped his wings as he charged toward her. Marcie ran back to the car.

“Doesn’t she have clothes?” asked Liz. “That looks like your shirt, Jack.”

“She’s wearing all her clothes underneath. Miniskirt and a tank top.”

“Has she eaten?”

“Not for a while, but…”

“You’re not bringing her in here,” said Ben.

“Ben! If she hasn’t eaten…”

“Liz! No!”

Liz thought for a moment, then said, “We’ll give her some of Maggie’s clothes. It’s the least we can do. She looks to be the same size.”

Minutes later, Ben and Jack each carried a box of clothes out to the car and put them in the trunk. Liz watched from the kitchen window.

Ben looked at Jack and said, “Sorry, it’s just…”

“It’s okay, Ben. You’re right. It is too much to ask. We’ll take our chances with Social Services.”

“Our emotions are really eaten up right now. She’s the same age and size as Maggie. It would be a constant reminder. Even their names are similar. We just can’t handle…”

“It’s okay, I understand. You’re right. I should have listened to you on the phone.”

Jack got in the car and slowly drove away.

Ben watched as Marcie absent-mindedly used her finger to draw a big unhappy face in the condensation on her window. He wondered if she liked to doodle. His eyes brimmed with tears. He turned and looked at Liz. She had seen it too. Their eyes met; Liz gave a slight nod.

It was late in the evening when Red walked into the Black Water. The music was vibrating from the stage, and she looked up at the young stripper.

Red yelled, “Hey, little girl! Why don’t you take off and come back when you can grow some tits!”

A few laughs from the crowd didn’t drown out the girl’s response. “Fuck you! I don’t see you standin’ up here!”

Red paused until she had the crowd’s attention before pulling her black singlet T-shirt up over her head to expose her bare chest to the crowd. “Because if I did get up there, cupcake, I’d put you out of a job!”

Red soaked up the applause for a moment, then replaced her T-shirt and strutted to the rear of the tavern. She casually looked around before sitting at a table with Jack.

“It took you long enough,” said Jack.

“Yeah. Sorry, Eddy. I got your page but had some business to take care of. Took me a little longer than I thought. So, are ya lookin’?”

“As a matter of fact, I am. Business has been going good. So good, I’m lookin’ for half a pound.”

Red let out a low whistle. “That’s a lot! When? Right now?”

“Not now. Tomorrow afternoon or the next day at the latest.”

“I don’t usually handle that much.”

Jack shrugged his shoulders. “Too bad. I’m done fuckin’ around with this small shit. Maybe I’ll have to find someone else.”

“I can check with my man. Maybe he’ll front me four ounces at a time. Do it in a couple of deals.”

“Naw, as I said, I don’t want to be fuckin’ around. Two deals means twice the risk. Tell you what, put me in touch with your man and I’ll make it worth your while.”

“How much worth my while?”

“Enough. Depends how smooth things go and what I gotta pay for it.”

Red thought for a moment, then said, “Wait here, I’ll make a call.”

Red went to the lobby and then sprinted upstairs and knocked on a door.

“Who is it?” asked a gruff voice.

“Wizard! It’s me, Red,” she whispered.

Seconds later, Red was inside the room. Wizard, with his goatee and muscled arms covered in large tattoos, towered over her. Rolly was lying on the bed. In the corner of the room sat a third biker. A light behind him cast shadows down over his face. His forehead had a large circular scar from an incident years earlier when someone had caught his attention with the broken end of a wine bottle.

“Well?” asked Wizard.

“Yeah, he’s here right now,” said Red.

“Did he hit you up?”

“Oh yeah! Wants half a pound. I told him I’d make a call.” She looked at her watch. “And that was, like, not even five minutes ago.”

“Good,” replied Wizard.

“I think maybe I’ll cut his balls off instead of his tongue,” said Rolly. “We were too easy on Lenny!”

“Shut your trap!” hissed Wizard.

There was a brief silence in the room before Wizard continued, “So what’s he wearin’?”

“You can’t miss ’im,” replied Red. “Jeans and a red sweatshirt with a big white band around the chest and arms.”

“Okay, you know what to do,” said Wizard. “Give us twenty minutes to set up.” He flashed her a roll of money and said, “When you’re done, go home. I’ll drop over after.”

“Thanks, Wizard,” replied Red, casting one more quick glance at the man sitting in the corner. He hadn’t spoken a word the whole time. Then she turned toward the door.

“Red! One more thing. Make sure you keep your yap shut about this!”

“About what?” replied Red, smiling as she left the room.

When she was gone, Wizard turned to the biker in the corner and said, “Lance, you get the car and cruise the block until you see Red, then hit the alley.”

Minutes later, Red joined Jack back in the bar.

“You’re in luck,” she said. “My guy is a little nervous, but he said he’s willin’ to meet you, just to check you out.”

“Good. He’s got nothing to be nervous about. When can we meet?”

“In about twenty minutes. He wants to talk to me out front first. Give me about five minutes just to reassure him, then I’ll get him to drive me around back and you can meet us in the alley.”

A few minutes later, Jack gave Danny a subtle nod and they met in the men’s room. Jack explained what was happening, and Danny said, “Just in case they want to take you for a little drive, I’ll get the car and stand by.”

“Good idea.”

“Think it will be Halibut?”

“Maybe. Or some other striker. We’ll soon find out.” Jack returned to the table. Red left on time and headed out the front door. Jack looked at his watch and waited five minutes.

Danny sat in his car and watched from the parking garage. He eventually saw Red walk out the front door of the bar and approach a green Volvo parked nearby. The Volvo drove to the end of the block and turned into the alley. He caught the plate number and noticed Red walk back toward the bar.

Danny drove in the opposite direction and parked on the street at the end of the block to cover off the other end of the alley. If the Volvo did take Jack for a ride, this was the direction it would drive out. He radioed in the plate number. The name that came back wasn’t one he recognized.

An arc of light briefly cut into the back alley when Jack opened the rear door to the alley. He stood in the doorway for a moment before stepping out. His red sweatshirt blended into the darkness, but the white stripe stood out like a beacon. He saw a car drive slowly down the alley toward him, then stop a short distance away. He walked toward it, using his hand to shield his eyes from the headlights.

As Jack approached a Dumpster, Rolly silently moved in behind him, unsnapping a leather thong and removing his hunting knife from its scabbard while quickening his pace.

Rolly was in striking distance when Wizard stepped out from the Dumpster and said, “Hey! Eddy!”

Jack felt the adrenaline rush to his limbs as his brain told him to run. He tried to act calm and said, “Yeah? Do I know you?”

“Pest control!” Rolly snickered when Jack spun around to look.

Rolly brandished the knife at throat height and gave an evil grin when the lights from the car reflected off the knife and into Jack’s eyes. Wizard stepped forward and pointed a .22-calibre pistol at the back of Jack’s head. The headlights cast dark shadows on Wizard’s face as Jack turned and found the barrel of the pistol entering his nostril.

“Goodbye, rat!” hissed Wizard, as his finger slowly squeezed the trigger.

Jack chopped the inside of Wizard’s wrist with the edge of his hand, flinging the gun from Wizard’s grasp. It bounced off the side of the Dumpster with a loud clang. Rolly immediately plunged the knife toward the back of Jack’s neck, but Jack ducked while shoving two fingers into Wizard’s eye, and the knife glanced off his shoulder blade instead. Jack darted past Wizard toward the car.

“Get him!” yelled Wizard, scrambling to pick up his gun. Rolly ran after him while Wizard wiped his eye with one hand before raising his gun with the other hand. Then he hesitated, fearing he might hit Rolly.

Lance lurched the car forward, smashing the passenger side fender into the alley wall. The interior light went on as he stepped out of the car, blocking the alley. The snarl on his face further accented the scar on his forehead as he moved around in front of the driver’s door. His face didn’t look any prettier when his mouth gaped open as Jack ran up over the hood of the car.

A bullet ricocheted off the car’s windshield as Jack dove over the roof and continued running.

“Out of my fucking way!” yelled Wizard, running up to the car. He fired four more shots at the crouched figure zigzagging down the alley. His target ran faster.

Wizard held the gun with both hands and rested his arms on the roof of the car, aiming toward the end of the alley. Briefly, his target was silhouetted in the light at the end of the alley. Wizard fired one more shot and watched as the body crumpled and fell.

“Got ’im! Quick! Get in the car!” he ordered, grabbing Rolly by the arm and shoving him inside. He looked at Lance and said, “Back down the alley fast! Drive right over the rat-fucker! Make sure he’s dead!”

Lance stepped on the throttle, and the tires squealed as the car hurtled backwards down the alley. Sparks flew off the side of the car as it briefly scraped along the side of a brick building, knocking the mirror off the passenger side door.

Wizard and Rolly grabbed the dash as they tensed, waiting for the crunch of broken bones and the thump of a mangled body as the car bounced out of the alley.

As Danny waited, he saw Red walk across the intersection. Why isn’t she meeting with Jack?

His question was answered by the sound of gunshots from the alley. Adrenaline slammed through his body like a tidal wave. His car leaped out of his parking space, but the traffic was heavy and he had to slam on the brakes to avoid a collision. He fumbled under his seat to retrieve the red light to toss on the dash. He cursed as the cord for the light became entangled in the seat springs. Seconds later, he yanked it free and plugged it into the cigarette lighter. He reached for the hidden switch to turn on the siren.

Lance slammed on the brakes and brought the Volvo to a stop facing the sidewalk and entrance to the alley. The headlights picked up a puddle of blood and the smear of tire tracks where he had backed through it.

“I didn’t feel nothin’,” said Lance. “He ain’t hung up underneath.”

“You fuckin’ missed him!” yelled Rolly, clenching his knife.

“Out of the fucking car!” screamed Wizard, waving his gun in all directions.

The three men scrambled from the car and looked at the blood.

Wizard pointed to a trail of bloody marks along the sidewalk. “He’s gone this way, and you can bet he hasn’t gone far.” He stepped out on the street to look behind some parked cars.

“He’s got to be right here somewhere,” said Lance. “He hasn’t had time to make it to the end of the block,” he noted, while following splatters of blood to the edge of the curb.

The piercing scream of a police siren cut the night air, followed by screeching tires. The flash of a red light reflected off the wall as it approached the opposite end of the alley.

“Let’s get the fuck out o’ here!” yelled Wizard.

All three men scrambled back into the car and sped off in the opposite direction. Five minutes later, they pulled into another alley.

Lance retrieved a container of gasoline from the trunk and doused the car. He lit the rag on a beer bottle half-filled with a mixture of gas and oil and threw it on the car. Seconds later, the three men drove away from the blaze in another car.

“Get hold of the boys,” said Wizard. “I want someone at every hospital and clinic there is. If this rat-fucker doesn’t die first, I want him dead before some fucking doctor gets his hands on him!”

“Will do,” replied Rolly.

“You and Lance cover off the nearest hospital and clinic. Get reinforcements. Try and whack him before he enters. Be less witnesses to take care of.”

“Where ya goin’?” asked Rolly.

“Red. She’s a loose end. If the rat makes it to the cops, they’ll know she helped set ’im up. I’ll let The Suit know what happened, too. Just in case he hears anything.”