“What bogus report?” demanded CC.
Jack explained how Molen was supplying information to Satans Wrath through Leitch’s secretary.
“So she gave it to Leitch, who then showed it to this guy in the park?” asked CC.
“Exactly,” said Jack.
“Maybe we should bring Molen in and grill him,” Elvis suggested.
Jack shook his head. “I don’t think Molen knows him. I’m not sure Satans Wrath even knows who it is. My guess is that Leitch is playing both sides of the fence. Working for the Indos and the bikers. You bring Molen in and that might just spook everybody.”
“Another fake report then?” suggested CC.
Jack and Elvis exchanged glances, and then Elvis said, “We already did that, but I think Molen burned us. I’m not sure another one would work.”
“Sounds like you don’t have anything to lose by trying,” said CC. “I want this guy bad. What he did to...” She stopped as she thought of Susan’s horror. She felt her body begin to tremble and knew she couldn’t articulate that subject without losing control. If I’m going to cry, it won’t be in front of these two guys!
CC gave Jack what she hoped was a tough and angry look. He looked back and slowly squeezed his eyes shut and opened them. He’s telling me he feels like crying too. CC felt slightly embarrassed. He’s a man and not afraid to reveal his emotions in front of me, and here I am a woman and trying to act tough. What the hell has happened to this world?
“Guess you’re right,” said Elvis, staring at the video. “This is Friday, so we’ve got the weekend to come up with another report. If Molen has burned us, it won’t take long to find out.”
“The one who knows is Leitch,” said CC. “How about doing surveillance on him and hope he leads us to the Brit?”
“That’s part of the problem,” explained Elvis. “Last time when we gave Molen the dummy report, he acted kinky. Later we saw Leitch just BlackBerry a message and then burn the report. I don’t think these two will get together any time soon. Also, Leitch is a lawyer, so good luck on trying to get a wiretap.”
“CC is right,” said Jack. “Leitch is the key.”
“He’s one key,” said Elvis. “How about Satans Wrath? What’s the head honcho’s name?”
“Damien,” replied Jack.
“Do you seriously believe, with all the lawyers in this city, that it is just a coincidence that Satans Wrath and the Brit use the same lawyer?” asked Elvis. “Come on! That’s who ultimately got the report from Leitch. He has to know what is going on.”
“I agree there’s some connection,” said Jack, “but I’m certain Damien doesn’t know about it. He would never authorize someone to mess with a cop’s family like that. Not to mention this same person killed someone else thinking it was me. Damien wouldn’t make that mistake.”
“Sounds like you think you know him pretty well,” said Elvis.
Jack noticed Elvis studying his face closely as he responded. “We met last year when his guys screwed up. I think I know him well enough.”
“You haven’t talked to him since?” asked Elvis.
“Haven’t needed to, but what I’m saying is that Damien knows what I look like and who I’m married to. They wouldn’t kill Holly’s husband by mistake.”
“I tend to agree with Jack,” added CC.
Elvis looked at them both, then sighed and said, “Leaves us with trying another scam on Molen come Monday.” Then he looked at Jack and said, “Unless you have any other ideas?”
“Try your idea. It could work.”
“But if it doesn’t?” said Elvis. “What then?”
Jack’s eyes narrowed. “I suppose CC will just have to keep doing surveillance on Leitch and hope she gets lucky.”
CC didn’t respond. She didn’t believe he meant that any more than he did.
chapter eighteen
It was eleven o’clock Sunday night when Jack parked beside the cemetery and waited for Lance, who arrived twenty minutes late and got in Jack’s car.
“Sorry, I’m late,” said Lance. “Was with The Toad. Couldn’t get away.”
“Not a problem.”
“Where’s Danny?”
Jack turned on the interior light and told Lance what had happened. Jack could tell that Lance was uncomfortable, but it was because of the light and not because he knew anything about the Brit.
Jack turned the light off with a promise that if Lance could identify the Brit before he did, then his debt would be considered repaid.
Lance was quiet for a moment, then said, “I’m not so sure I like that deal.”
Jack was surprised. “You would prefer to go with our earlier agreement and work for Club Fed for another four and a half years?”
“I was just thinkin’. Anyone who did what that guy did ... I’d like to give him to you for free.” He pointed his finger at Jack and added, “And it’s four years and five months. I know my math.”
“Hey, I’ll be glad to get a free one from you.”
“You think I’m fuckin’ nuts? I’d like to give him to you for free, but I sure as hell won’t! I hate being a rat! The faster I pay you back the better I’ll feel.”
Jack reflected upon his past debt with Damien. I know exactly how you feel.
“I’ll keep my ears and eyes open,” continued Lance. “If I get a whiff of anyone matching that description, you’ll be the first to know. Kinda agree with you, though. I think that fuckin’ Leitch is working both sides. If Damien finds out he’s doin’ that, there’ll be one less lawyer in the city.” Lance chuckled and said, “Bet that doesn’t exactly worry you much.”
“It would if we didn’t find out who the Brit is first.”
Lance nodded and said, “Gotcha. But in the meantime, we got a shipload of coke comin’ in and I’ve been assigned to oversee the unloading. The Toad wants at least four vehicles to haul it away. Two hundred and fifty keys each. None of it will be going to the same place so there’s no way of rippin’ it all off. If you try to take it down at the dock, then I’ll get busted.”
“What about the cash?”
“The Toad is looking after that personally. He doesn’t want it and the dope in the same place at the same time. He’s going to hand it off to the Colombians at some motel. The Colombians will confirm they got the money and use a cellphone to tell someone on the ship to unload.”
“Why is The Toad so paranoid about bringing the money to the dock?”
“Doesn’t want to have all the eggs in one basket. He said the Colombians don’t want the money near the dock either.”
“What motel?”
“Hasn’t been picked yet. It’ll be my job to take The Toad and find a suitable motel. A few hours before the deal, he’ll take a few of his guys and the money and go to the motel. Nobody but him and me will know which motel until he gets there with his guys and calls the Colombians.”
“So where does Damien sit on this?”
“On his ass at home. This is all The Toad’s plannin’.”
“Who handles Leitch ... or the