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)
He’d gone under after catching a body, but since there was no evidence only speculation, there was nothing we could do to touch him. Not for the murder anyway, but that boy had a whole list of shit I could put him away for.
Things must be really bad in their faction for him to risk coming back here now. He had no part in what I was doing, he’d been long gone before the murders. But with him gone I knew there would be one less gang to dismantle since it was outfitted with a band of nitwits. Plus a bust like this was just the kind of distraction I needed. Talk about perfect timing.
It was generally believed that his boss had been the one behind the attack on my home. They couldn’t find the proof they needed because I’d muddied the waters, removed files and anything I thought would set them on the right path.
I wanted them tugging on those strings that went nowhere. I didn’t want these fucks to ever see the inside of a courtroom. Lynch, if they collared him, would go down for any of the one hundred things they had him on the hook for.
“This guy has always been pretty reliable. His Intel’s good. You want us to move on it?”
“Where is he?” He named an address in a not so good part of the city, known for drug deals and lately, a rash of homicides.
“Check your Intel first and make sure you’re not walking into a trap, then you go after the bastard.”
It wouldn’t be the first time a CI had traded sides, and now that there was a war going on anything was possible. No one had any loyalty anymore.
I checked the roster for the coming night to see who was going to be where and when. I found what I was looking for and begun to put my play in motion.
There was no change in pressure, no accelerated heartbeat, nothing that would suggest I was on the verge of completing what I’d set out to do.
Everything had been planned down to the minute, even me going after her. I’d left that as long as I could for one reason only. So that my enemies wouldn’t find out and come after her the way they had my family.
I knew I was being watched, and I knew who they had on the inside watching me. A year ago I would never have believed or expected it, but after the murders I’d shed all that blind trust bullshit and started looking at things the way they really are.
Only your friends, those you keep close, know your secrets, only your friends, those you keep close, can reveal them. They say keep your friends close and your enemies closer; I don’t think so. I think it’s best if you don’t let anyone in ever.
Except her! Her I know I can trust, which is pretty fucked up when you think about it because she’s the one person I’d done wrong. That’s one of life’s little quandaries I guess.
There may not have been a change in my expression or my heart rate, but this closure meant something else to me. After tonight, if things go as planned. I’d promised myself that I was going to let it all go, put it all behind me and move on.
If I did this right no one will ever know that I am ‘The Savage’ and I could stay on the force. I still believe I can do some good here.
I took the picture of my son from my pocket and studied his young face. The pain was still raw but I figure it was going to stay that way for a long fucking time.
I ran my finger over his features as if committing them to memory before putting it away again. I sat back in my chair and organized the coming night in my head.
When I’d made up my mind that I would be the one to bring them to justice, I knew I had a lot of work to do. The others had been much easier to get to, but Rossi, I knew I was going to have to be smart.
That’s where the secret room with the computer that was off the radar came in. I needed it for this last step, to take the ones I was going to let live. For some people there really are some things worse than death.
I let my mind sort out everything it needed to for tonight. Making sure I had dotted all my I’s and crossed my t’s. There can’t be anything that leads back to me. Not even a hint.
I’d taken the gun I used to off them all from the evidence room. The thing about evidence rooms, it’s easier to get shit out of there without signing it out than you’d think.