Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
The only one left was the head honcho. The guy who’d orchestrated the whole thing, and a few loose ends, but them I had other plans for.
I knew he had to be running scared, because he had to know because of the lineup that he was next. But he didn’t know how or when. He sure as fuck knew why.
I wonder if he suspected that it was I on his ass? If that was the reason for the mayor and the commissioner trying to get me to hunt down the man that was taking out his partners in crime?
But I’d played everything perfectly. Once I knew what I was going to do, I’d played out every detail in my head. He might suspect but he couldn’t be sure. I’d seen to that.
While I’d been seething with vengeful anger, I’d let my superiors and my peers believe that I’d been broken. I even played it like I had no idea who was behind the massacre.
Only two people knew what I’d been working on, only one of them I trust. The operation was something I’d been working on to help clean up the streets, but once I got in deep enough to see which way the wind blows I’d started keeping shit close to the vest.
The men who’d been there before me had all to a man been caught in the web. Money had blinded them to common decency. I guess they had a good excuse, or at least they’d convinced themselves that they did.
It hadn’t been easy bringing down some of my own, but it had to be done. And they all had the same reasoning for their fuck-up. The criminals were living a life of luxury while they were putting their lives on the line day in and day out for peanuts.
They should’ve taken that shit up with payroll instead of selling their badges to the highest bidder.
Instead of cleaning up the city like they were supposed to, they’d ended up being little more than lackeys for the drug lords, making a bad situation so much worst.
The citizens knew all about the dirty cops that were on the take long before the brass did. So we’d lost the trust of the people we were sworn to protect.
Kids were seeing that shit and it was just another excuse to go astray. And it couldn’t have happened at a worse time. Just when they were needed most.
I took over the drug task force in the middle of the shit storm and the fallout from all that misery, and had to hit the ground running. The city was in chaos and no one knew who to trust or where to turn.
I had to start from scratch since anything my predecessors had was tainted, fruit from the poisoned tree. In the beginning I spent most of my time, me, and a handful of men I’d handpicked, sifting through the debris of what was left after the traitors had faced justice.
It was slow going having to start from the beginning, but within a few short months we were getting somewhere. So far though, all roads were leading to small timers.
Then an epidemic had hit the city. Multiple deaths in a short space of time, caused by tainted heroin laced with some kind of chemical that was killing people within minutes.
I’d started collecting information while my men worked the case, bringing in the dealers off the corner while I put the puzzle together at my desk.
When it looked like the shit wasn’t a one off and was deliberate, I’d started connecting the dots. It’s what I was good at, seeing the big picture. Taking little pieces of information that by itself wasn’t much, but once put together told the whole story.
Everything led back to Carlo Rossi. The man who’d taken over organized crime in the state after his father’s passing a few years ago.
When the old man ran things he steered clear of drugs. His thing was flesh and gambling, racketeering; old school crime still paid and paid well it seemed. But the son was a money- hungry son of a bitch and drugs, is a cash cow.
Add the fact that he was just as thirsty for blood as he was the green and you had a hell of a mix in one fucked up individual who didn’t care for anyone or anything. And had no qualms about mowing down whoever got in his way.
It wasn’t long after he took over that all hell broke loose in the city. There were the turf wars between him and the others who’d been holding down that market before he became involved.
Rossi was big time compared to the other scum that had been trafficking in the city so it was easy for him to take the lead. After the dust had settled and he’d muscled them out of business, leaving them a few scraps here and there to keep the peace, shit had got real.