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)
“I don’t follow.”
“Well, all along they’ve been saying this Savage guy was cleaning up the streets because the cops couldn’t right, like he was on the side of justice or something. But so far it looks like he was in bed with these guys.”
He dropped the files in his hands on my desk and dropped down in the visitor’s seat. “The guy is dirty as fuck, excuse my language Lieu.” He ran his hand through his hair and over his face before settling down again.
“What have you got?” I rested back in my seat barely containing myself. It was all coming together just as I’d envisioned. Like a play from a script I’d written.
He sat forward and flipped the file open. “Okay, so far we have contact going back between Rogers and all four of the men who were killed at least two years give or take. Most of his dealings were with Rossi. He was obviously on the take.”
“He tried to hide the money but they’ve already tracked a fucking sailboat that he bought under another name. Get this; he turned his name around the smuck. Then, there’s the safety deposit box we have to wait for tomorrow…” He looked at his watch, “make that later this morning, for the bank to open to see what’s in there.”
“I hate to say it Lieu, but it looks like he had a hand in what went down at your house.” For the first time since coming back on the job I let some of what I was feeling show.
“Why do you say that?” He pointed out some Intel on the page and I pretended to read it. It was a printout of a conversation between Rossi and Rogers the day before my house was blown to shit.
I was supposed to be at home that night, at least I wasn’t on the clock. But I was on the trail of something big, one of those things I had been keeping close to the vest. No one knew where I was or what I was doing.
Right there in black and white for all to see was Rogers plotting with Rossi to kill me. It didn’t matter to either of them that there was an innocent little boy in that house that night. Seeing the words were just as infuriating as they were the first time I’d read them.
Thankfully, I’d had months to deal with it so that now I could have the proper reaction of surprise.
“This might mean I won’t be on the case much longer. No way the Cap is gonna let me work the case now, not with it hitting so close to home.”
That was fine by me. I was expecting all of this. I also knew that with Rawlins and Simms on it I would be kept in the loop and would be there to help guide them in the right direction if they started to veer off course.
“We have to let the captain in on this.”
“I’m sorry Lieu, this is fucked in so many ways.” I nodded with a decent amount of anger and disbelief on my face as he left the room.
I went in to the captain and gave him the news. “What the fuck? Are you serious?” He jumped up from his chair and paced the room. It was hard to figure if he was this pissed because of what had been done to my family, or if his only concern was for the shit storm that was about to be unleashed on the department.
I could almost feel sorry for him, for what was yet to come. Almost but not quite.
“I’ll pass the case off to someone else. If I may suggest, Rawlins and Simms are the best we have to take it from here. They’re already on it anyway.”
“I guess you’re right, a defense attorney would have a field day if we left you on the case. Shit, once this gets out there’ll be no way to keep the shit from spilling over. The fucking rat squad’s gonna be up my ass for the foreseeable future.”
“I gotta go Cap. I can’t be here…”
“Of course, of course, I’m sorry. Sheridan, are we sure about this?” My only answer was the look I gave him before I turned and walked away.
It was pretty obvious the word was already leaked from the looks I got when I walked through the squad room to the outside.
It was almost three in the morning. In another three hours she’d be getting up and ready for work. I’m thinking she’s gonna be taking a sick day. I needed her.
I sped through the streets to home, to her. Taking the stairs two at a time I reached the bedroom and pushed the door open. It hit me, all of it, all at once. I stripped as I made my way to the bed.