head and said, “No, you should have been with Susan.”

      “You really believe that?”

      “Beyond any doubt. Laura is my partner, but if you want to come back to Intelligence, we could maybe find another spot for you.”

      “Hell, no!” said Danny. “I want to be your friend ... not your partner!” He looked at Laura and added, “You’ve got no idea what working with him is like!”

      Laura laughed and said, “I think I’ve got a pretty good idea!”

      Danny smiled. “Yeah, if your trip was a total success, then I guess you do.” He passed the shopping bag to Jack and said, “This is for you.”

      “For me?”

      “Yeah, well, you know what they say,” mumbled Danny. “Beware of geeks bearing gifts.”

      Laura unlocked her apartment door and stepped inside. Elvis rushed toward her, but before he could speak, she flipped a penny toward him. He caught it, then looked at it and smiled.

      “How?” asked Laura.

      Elvis shrugged and said, “Didn’t you ever have any good friends when you were on Drug Section?”

      “Yes, I had friends.”

      “Now, on Intelligence ... isn’t Jack a friend of yours?”

      “Yes, I consider him a good friend. Get on with it,” said Laura quietly.

      “Did it ever occur to you that I might have a good friend in the section I work in?”

      “Not really. I wouldn’t trust any of them.”

      Elvis paused until he saw the grin on Laura’s face. He embraced her and felt her warm kisses on his neck. After a moment he said, “Come on. I’ll unpack your bags while you put your feet up.”

      Laura looked at Elvis and said, “Do you know the difference between being a friend and being a good friend?”

      “Sure,” replied Elvis. “A friend bails you out of jail. A good friend is sitting beside you saying, ‘Boy! Wasn’t that fun!’”

      Laura laughed.

      Elvis studied her face carefully and then said, “With Jack ... does that hit it pretty close to the mark?” Before Laura could respond, he said, “Never mind. House rule. We don’t discuss work.”

      Their next kiss was more passionate.

      Natasha was in the shower but heard Jack yell that he was home. She quickly shut off the water and wrapped a towel around herself. She then saw Jack standing in the doorway. He was wearing a white cowboy hat.

      Natasha kissed him warmly on the lips, then stepped back but kept her arms wrapped loosely around his waist.

      “Something new for your wardrobe?” she asked, looking at his hat.

      “Present from Danny,” he replied.

      Natasha smiled and said, “Good. He told me.” She then let the towel fall from her body. “Ride ’em cowboy!”

      epilogue

      In July 2005, Jean-Louie received three pictures of Damien from the Colombian police. They were found during a search of Carlos’s home and given to Jean-Louie as a matter of courtesy. The pictures were not mentioned in his report to Assistant Commissioner Isaac, which simply stated that continual physical and electronic surveil-lance of the Canadian investigative team did not reveal any irregularities. Further investigation of the Ramirez cartel was not recommended at this time due to unrest in the area and an inability to provide adequate protection.

      In August 2005, Satans Wrath held a memorial service on an acreage owned by one of the club members. Rellik’s ashes were dumped inside his motorcycle helmet and buried. His colours were hung with distinction inside the east-end chapter clubhouse. Only a few members of the club were ever aware of how their fallen comrade had died.

      In September 2005, a woman discovered a large amount of cash inside a duffle bag on the seat of her car. She turned it over to the police, who, when it went unclaimed, transferred the million dollars in Canadian hundreds to the woman’s bank account. The police told her that part of a torn twenty-dollar bill had also been found in the bag. She retained it as a souvenir.

      In December 2005, the B.C. Supreme Court struck down the anti-gang legislation under Section 467.13 of the Criminal Code as being too broad and too vague.

      Within hours, strikers manning Satans Wrath clubhouses in B.C. received orders to purchase a total of 114 bottles of champagne. The clubhouse phones were used as a gesture to slap the police in the face. The amount ordered indicated to the police that the club had grown from their original estimation.

      While most bikers celebrated the event, Damien remained worried. The decision served to advertise that B.C. was choice territory for organized crime. Competition would be fiercer. He was not upset when the Crown indicated they might appeal the B.C. Supreme Court decision.

      In early January 2006, Damien was approached by two members of the Russian mafia and invited to join in a criminal venture. Damien believed there was something much more sinister to the offer, fearing the actual plan, if implemented, would result in thousands of lives being lost. He searched for a solution. Club rules would not allow him to phone the police ... but what if the police came to him?

      In mid-January 2006, Laura received a carton delivered to her apartment. It contained ten pairs of expensive shoes and two pairs of knee-high boots. A note from Damien said that it was a gift from Ramirez. The gift had the potential of placing Jack and Laura once more in the sights of the Anti-Corruption Unit. They decided they would meet with Damien to discuss his lack of good judgement.

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Angel in the Full Moon

       chapter one

      It was ten o’clock at night in Hanoi as Bin stood at the back of the cargo van with his twelve-year-old daughter. The incessant January rain, coupled with a light breeze, made the fifteen-degree Celsius temperature seem colder. Bin had no idea that his dream for the future was about to become a permanent nightmare—or that the rear doors on the van opening in front of him were the gates to hell.

      The driver turned in his seat and gave Bin an impatient nod. Bin grimaced and shoved the plastic bag containing Hng’s belongings into the van. Saying goodbye was difficult and it was more than the rain that made his cheeks wet.

      Hng was the older of Bin’s two children. When Bin was given the opportunity for both his children to go to America he could hardly believe