Jack Taggart Mysteries 7-Book Bundle. Don Easton
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out your gun and give yourself up!”
“Walk away from my bros?” gasped Booger. “Don’t think so. Why don’t you come in and take it from me?”
Jack heard the car doors opening out front. He thought about Natasha. If she’s dead… He looked down the hall at Danny peeking around the corner.
“I don’t have much time,” yelled Jack.
Danny pointed up to the ceiling and Jack nodded. Danny dropped to his stomach and started to crawl down the hall toward the far exit of the living room.
Jack opened his mouth to scream for Danny to go back, but it would have been too late. He was already completely exposed.
“Booger!” yelled Jack. “You want me to take it from you? Here I come!” He splashed water as he half-climbed from the pond, then sunk close to the floor, waiting for a spray of bullets. None came. Then he heard a thump from the other room.
“Jack!” Danny spoke from the far exit. “You got him. He’s slumped in a chair with blood all over his chest. His gun fell on the floor. Don’t know if he’s dead or not.”
“You cover him,” yelled Jack, while scrambling across the floor and grabbing Rolly’s shotgun. He ran up the spiral staircase two steps at a time.
Once upstairs, Jack found himself in a hallway with closed doors leading to two bedrooms, followed by a double set of doors at the end of the hall that led to the master bedroom. He kicked open the first two doors and barged in. Nobody there. He then fired a blast through the door to the master bedroom before bursting through and diving in on his stomach.
Jack held the shotgun close to his body as he rolled on the carpet, searching for his target. Sid was not in sight. He leapt to his feet and burst into a bathroom and then a walk-in closet. A safe in the closet had its door wide open. He stepped through French glass doors leading to a balcony. Sid was on the ground below, clutching a briefcase as he ran toward the dock.
Jack fired a blast from the shotgun, but he was out of range and Sid only ran faster. He looked at a drain spout that ran from the roof and down past the balcony to the ground. Sid had left several dents in the drain spout, but it was still attached to the wall. Jack saw Wizard’s rifle lying on the ground below him.
Within seconds, he half-slid and then fell the remaining distance when the drain spout broke loose from the house. He landed on his feet and grabbed Wizard’s rifle. Sid had not yet reached the end of the dock. It would be an easy shot.
“Drop it!” a voice commanded.
Jack looked over and saw a uniformed policeman crouching behind the corner of the house and aiming a pistol at him.
“I’m Jack Taggart! I’m a police officer!”
“I said drop it, asshole! I know who you are! You’re under arrest for murder! One more word out of you and you’re dead! I mean it! Now drop it!”
Jack reluctantly tossed the rifle aside. He was then instructed to lie face down on the ground. Soon, two more officers joined the first one. Taggart was handcuffed and brought to his feet in time to see Sid roar out of the boathouse in a speedboat. “You’re making a big mistake!” he said tersely. “Check with O’Reilly inside!”
“We found O’Reilly lying unconscious in the living room. He’s on his way to the hospital. He’s still alive, by the way, so we will be talking to him. Did you shoot him? Or was it one of your biker buddies? Maybe the one he nailed in the living room!”
“What the hell are you thinking? It wasn’t me! Get down to the dock! My fiancée and a girl by the name of Marcie are there! They could be hurt.”
“Yeah, we heard. Don’t know what you did to them, but we will find out!”
Jack was brought around to the front of the house and placed in the back seat of a police car. He saw the hatred in several officers’ faces when they looked at him. What the hell is going on? He then heard an officer radio CC. Her reply wasn’t comforting. “Good! Keep the piece of shit cuffed. I’ll be there in a few minutes!”
CC and Charlie Wells arrived and sat in the front seat of the police car to talk to him.
“It’s over, Jack. We know,” CC said.
“What the hell are you talking about? Get down to the dock! I think my fiancée and a girl by the name of Marcie are there!”
“I know about Natasha and Marcie,” said CC.
“Then see if they’re alive! What the hell is going on?”
“We’ll find them. I would like to hear what you have to say.”
“Those morons out there let Sid escape! He’s the leak! The one they call The Suit!”
CC turned to Charlie and said, “Get the exhibits from the car while I read him his rights.”
Charlie left and CC began to read Jack his legal rights.
“CC, I know my rights, for God’s sake,” replied Jack. “The only lawyer I want is Sid Bishop!”
“Did you kill him, too?” asked CC, glancing at Charlie as he returned with several exhibit bags.
“He took off from here about ten minutes ago in a speedboat.”
“Really? Care to explain this?” said CC, holding up a plastic bag containing a rubber mask of George Bush.
“You found the mask! Where? What…”
“Same place we found these,” said CC, as she picked up another plastic bag containing dozens of sexually explicit photographs of young girls. “In your apartment!”
“My apartment!” Jack looked out at the police officers. He was no longer confused. “You get a tip this afternoon that they were there?” he asked.
“Our investigation led us there this afternoon.”
Jack thought for a moment, then asked, “You also find my tape recorder under the sofa?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact we did,” said Charlie, holding up another exhibit bag.
“So you admit that this stuff is yours?” CC asked.
“The recorder is mine, CC, not the rest of it. Did you rewind the tape and listen?”
“Haven’t had time yet. We will.”
“Do it now … please.”
CC rewound the tape and pushed “play.” Soon the tape played the sound of someone knocking on Jack’s apartment door, followed by a key in the lock. The sound of footsteps in the kitchen was heard, followed by a voice saying, “We’re alone.”
The sound of furniture being moved was interrupted by a voice saying, “Do you see what this pig listens to? What a fuckin’ pussy!”
Another voice said, “Shut up and pass me the screwdriver.” Moments later, the sound of furniture being moved again was followed by receding footsteps and the opening and closing of the apartment door.
“So?” said CC, flicking off the recorder. “What’s that all about?”
Jack looked at CC and said, “Keep playing.”
The next noise was Jack coming home, taking a shower, and then phoning several people to tell them he was getting married. CC could only hear Jack’s side of the conversation. The second-to-last call caught her interest. It was an incoming call, and she heard Jack say, “What is it, Sid?” Jack later repeated Sid Bishop’s address out loud. The last call was Jack calling Danny to say that Sid wanted to meet them both.
“If it actually was Sid who called you,” said CC, “what did he want to meet you about?”
“Some questions about the wiretap application. It was a ruse to kill us. Keep listening.”