Jack Taggart Mysteries 7-Book Bundle. Don Easton
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already got him dead to rights on the first delivery.”
“Then do it. It’s worth the risk if by some chance he knows something about the Brit.”
“Your person can take the heat?”
“With the way Molen is, Satans Wrath wouldn’t expect him to last long. They may think he was drunk and blabbed something.”
“Good enough,” replied Elvis. “I’ll grab him as soon as he comes in.”
Elvis was just walking away when Jack said, “Elvis, if he resists, put one through his skull for me!”
Elvis thought about Jack’s comment as he waited in his office for word of Molen’s arrival. Jack’s response was like most cops’ when it came to one of their own being dirty. He seems genuine, but then again, he is an operator...
Two hours later, Elvis found out why Dick Molen had not arrived at work. A postal worker had become suspicious at the sound of a car running inside a garage with the door closed.
Jack went down to the cafeteria to have a morning coffee and sat with a few acquaintances who had been in the lineup ahead of him. A few glanced around nervously. Soon they all made feeble excuses and departed, leaving Jack sitting alone.
Gee, guys. My wife is out of town. How about inviting me home for Yorkshire pudding? Jack left his coffee unfinished. Can I blame them? The Brit is laughing at all of us.
Jack returned to his desk just as Elvis arrived.
Elvis told him about Molen and then commented, “Carbon monoxide. I’m surprised he didn’t eat his gun.”
“Maybe was too hungover and afraid the noise would kill him,” replied Jack. “Did he leave a note?”
Elvis shook his head.
“You sure it was suicide?”
“Doors were all locked from the inside. No sign of forced entry anywhere. His right hand has bloodied knuckles and splinters of glass. It matches a smashed picture on his wall.”
“Picture of what?”
“Himself. When he graduated from Regina.”
Jack thought for a moment, then said, “Other than saying he hated himself, it would have been nice if he told us what he had passed on.”
“You’ll have to presume it was everything he ever knew,” said Elvis.
“I wonder if Satans Wrath will show up at his funeral to pay their respects.”
Elvis rolled his eyes in response and then said, “It’s too bad, though. Waste of a —”
“Yes!” interrupted Jack. “Too bad we don’t know who the Brit is ... and too bad the dirty narc wasn’t sitting beside Molen.”
Jack met with Lance and told him about the self-destruction of The Mole.
“Thanks for the heads up,” said Lance. “Normally I would be a little concerned, but right now, with Damien getting the boot, I think it will hardly be noticed. Especially with the action that The Toad has on the go.”
“I need to find out who the Brit is,” said Jack. “When Damien finds out that The Mole is dead, ask him if there could be a leak.”
“Me ask him if there is a leak?”
“Question him about who else has contact with Leitch. Ask him if he ever used a go-between.”
“Fuck! I am the leak! I don’t want him to even start thinking about that.”
“Do it. If he’s going to suspect anything, he will regardless of what you say. It’s better if you’re on the inside pointing a finger rather than being quiet and being pointed at.”
Lance took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, then said, “Okay. I’m meeting him tomorrow night, along with The Toad. I think I’ll be told exactly when the ship arrives. If Damien knows about The Mole by then, I’ll do it.”
“Good. I’ll see if I can get it in the news. Meet me here at five-thirty Thursday morning to let me know what is happening.”
“How about four-thirty? If the ship is arriving in the next couple of days I’m liable to be busy.”
“Make it five. The cemetery has a security guard check it three times a night. He does his last drive-through around four-thirty.”
“How do you know that?”
“I’ve seen him. Know his schedule pretty well.”
Lance studied Jack’s face for a moment, then asked, “Is this where your niece and nephew are buried? You come out here at night?”
Jack hesitated and glanced at another part of the cemetery, then replied, “My work is often nocturnal. Other nights I just have trouble sleeping.”
Jack returned to his office. One didn’t have to be overly observant to notice that various colleagues avoided eye contact with him as he made his way to his desk. A couple of standard greetings that Jack gave were answered either with a grunt or a turn of the head and pretense of a cough. It’s like I’m walking around with a chicken under each arm and a sign that says I’ve got the avian flu...
That night Jack called Natasha from his apartment. He was tired and intended to speak for only a few minutes, but it was over an hour before he hung up. He realized how much he missed her. His bed seemed very empty that night.
The following day was no different at his office, except this time he packed a sandwich and ate lunch at his desk. It was better than sitting alone in the cafeteria.
He was more than a little surprised to see Laura enter the room with a smug look on her face and sit in Danny’s chair.
“What gives?” Jack asked. He then said, “You might want to close the door. Being seen with me isn’t too popular these days.”
Laura glanced at the open door and her smile vanished. “Elvis told me. I know about Danny. I want to get whoever is responsible.”
“Me too. Real bad.”
“How could someone do that to a baby?” she said, her voice wavering.
Jack saw some tears well up in her eyes, but then she regained her composure and said, “Staffing called me in this morning. Said they were looking for someone to replace Danny and asked if I was interested.”
Jack waited, but when Laura didn’t continue, he asked, “What did you tell them?”
“I said, ‘Not a chance! Do you think I’m a lunatic!’”
Jack looked at her for a moment, then said, “Oh.”
Laura looked surprised and said, “Oh, man ... you really think I said that? Jack ... I was joking! I’m sorry. Are you okay? This has really gotten to you, hasn’t it?”
Jack paused, then said, “Yes. It has.”
“Guess I can understand that.”
“So did you accept?”
“I stalled them for an hour. I wanted to speak to you first. If I can help nail this crud, I’ll feel like my life as a cop is complete. I figure working with you is the best option.”
“Working with me maybe isn’t ... look what happened to Danny. Are you —”
“Hey! I’m hoping he will come after me. I’ll be bait if you want me to.” When Jack didn’t respond right away, she added, “Besides, you look like you could use a friend. Come on. I’ll make a good partner. Just tell me what you want.”
“I don’t know what I want right now.”
“Yeah? Well stand up, I know the first thing you need,” she said, while coming around from behind the desk.