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Chapter Seven

Another couple of weeks rolled by without identifying Varrick’s accomplices. Connie called for a meeting with Jack and Laura at their office. She got right to the point as soon as she walked through the door.

“Okay, Jack. What’s going on? The wire expires on April third! That’s in two weeks! After that, Varrick goes to trial for the meth lab. You said the bikers would have him back in business soon. You call this soon?”

“Sorry, Connie. In the past they would have.”

“Yeah? So what’s changed?” asked Connie, violently shaking a chair to straighten the rollers before shoving it closer to Jack’s desk and sitting down.

“I’ve been trying to figure that out, as well. To take this long … the bikers are afraid of something. Maybe they’re protecting someone. Someone a lot more valuable than Varrick.”

“So what are you telling me?”

Jack shrugged and said, “I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Maybe the bikers are protecting that dirty narc you told me about,” suggested Connie.

“Don’t think so,” replied Jack. “Two years ago we had a good informant in Satans Wrath who warned us we had the dirty narc. The bikers didn’t slow down after the last arrests. I think they’re protecting someone else.”

“Your informant didn’t know the narc’s name?” asked Connie.

“No. The narc was recruited by a biker in the club who goes by the name of Pussy Paul. Runs lots of hookers and strip joints. We’re looking for someone new. Someone who connected with Satans Wrath within the last two years.”

“Speaking of the earlier labs,” said Laura, “we tried to locate the lab rats from the other six labs that were busted. One is an unsolved homicide in Vancouver. He was found tortured and dropped in an alley.”

“Who would do that to a guy connected with Satans Wrath?” asked Connie.

“Satans Wrath would,” replied Jack. “Maybe they thought he was an informant, or perhaps got caught with his fingers in the till.”

“What about the other lab rats?” asked Connie.

“They’ve disappeared, as well,” replied Laura.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning they’re likely running labs someplace else,” said Jack. “Makes you wonder how many other innocent people are breathing in fumes from something they aren’t even aware of.”

“Then how can you be so damned calm?” asked Connie, as she glared at Jack. “Think about Gabriel’s kid —”

“You don’t have to remind me about Faith,” said Jack, quietly. “I think about her every day. If I hadn’t busted Varrick, she wouldn’t be sitting in a hospital with her hair falling out.”

Connie looked at Jack and caught the sombre reflection in his tone. I was wrong to think he is calm — cold and calculating is more like it …

“Don’t you have any other leads except Varrick?” interjected Laura. “Seems like we are putting all of our eggs in one basket.”

Connie sighed as she picked up a pen and unconsciously started slapping the edge of the desk. Staring blankly down at the pen, she didn’t look up to reply. “Nope. I’ve tried to get a description from anyone in the neighbourhood about what these other two look like. Nobody had anything of value. Talked to neighbours, delivery people … nothing.”

“What about the winos?” asked Laura. “If they were hanging around they might have seen people coming and going.”

“Already tried,” replied Connie. “I identified seventeen and we located all but three so far.”

“Pretty good, considering most of them are homeless,” noted Laura.

“Tell me about it,” continued Connie. “I found one who was asked to leave by Father Brown. He said Father Brown was a nice guy and wasn’t mean about it. I think the wino, as much as his soggy, drunken brain would allow, did his best to help. Unfortunately, he couldn’t even remember what day or even what week he had been there. He only knew it was Father Brown in the photo because of the small birthmark on his forehead. He never saw anyone else connected to the house except when a kid came out and threw some garbage in the can.”

“Probably Noah,” said Jack.

“You used to have an informant in the Satans Wrath,” said Connie, as she looked up and tossed the pen down. “Can’t you get another one? Or maybe talk to whoever used to help you?”

“That person repaid the debt owed to me. His loyalties are back with the club. All we would be doing is exposing our interest in Varrick. As far as getting an informant goes, it is rare to get one in the club. Our chances of getting one in The Brotherhood would be good, providing we can find someone connected with Varrick that could help us.”

“So we keep doing what we’re doing?” asked Connie. “I feel like we’re spinning our wheels and going nowhere.”

“If the bikers were going to cut Varrick loose, they would have already done so. They plan on using him, but are being unusually cautious.”

“Hope you’re right.”

The morning of April 1 arrived and Jack and Laura were on surveillance at Headstones. When Varrick left in the usual black pickup, he started driving aimlessly around some of the side streets in White Rock.

“He’s doing heat checks!” said Laura.

“Something’s up,” replied Jack. “See if anyone is around to help us. No use following him around in the residential area, we’ll only get burned. If he doesn’t come out, we can start a search later to see where he’s parked. Let’s set up on 152nd Street. That’s the usual route for him to take if he’s heading out. See if anyone is available to give us a hand. Get them to set up on 148th and 16th Avenue, as well.”

Laura grabbed the police radio and a marked police unit pretended to work radar while watching for Varrick’s truck.

Twenty minutes later, Jack and Laura saw Varrick driving northbound on 152nd Street and they followed. Minutes later, a couple more cars from Drug Section answered the call for assistance and joined in on the surveillance. They weren’t needed. Varrick believed he had cleansed himself of any possible police surveillance and drove directly to a small strip mall in Port Coquitlam. He parked his truck and got in the passenger side of a white van. The surveillance team followed the van as it left the mall.

Jack radioed in the licence plate and the registered owner turned out to be a young woman who did not have a criminal record and lived in a house in Abbotsford.

“Anyone get a look at the driver?” asked Jack, as he drove several cars behind in traffic.

“Ten-four,” replied a female voice. “Late twenties, bull-dog neck, bald, and wearing a gold fertility horn around his neck. Thought those things went out in the seventies,” she muttered.

Jack smiled and said, “Is that you, Tina?”

“Ten-four.”

“I owe you one. You just turned a cold investigation into a hot one.”

“Hey, they don’t call me the Asian Heat for nothing,” replied Tina.

Jack chuckled. Tina was an undercover operative who was good at her job. She didn’t look like a cop and was someone who could walk right past a target without them getting suspicious.

“He sounds like the one in Gabriel’s basement who called himself John,” said Laura.

Jack nodded and smiled with satisfaction. “Get the camera ready.”

The van was followed to a small, older-style home and Jack got his first glimpse of the driver as both men walked up to the front door.

“Know him?” asked Laura.

Jack shook his head and said, “He looks vaguely familiar, but I can’t place him yet.”

An elderly woman answered the door and the van driver introduced her to Varrick. She handed a key to the driver and closed the door. Both men walked around to the rear of the house.

“Another basement suite,” noted Laura.

“There’s an alley in the back … limited parking, want us to risk it?” radioed Tina.

“Negative,” replied Jack. “Don’t want to heat them up. Everyone keep their distance. There is a third guy that we still need to identify so keep your heads up.”

Seconds later, both targets returned to the van while Laura discreetly stood between two houses across the street and snapped pictures. The van returned to the strip mall and Varrick went back to his truck.

The surveillance team followed the van to an apartment building where it pulled into a secure underground parking lot. It was not known which suite he went to and there were no names posted on the intercom system at the front door.

Later that afternoon, Jack called the surveillance off and returned to their office. Laura sent Connie the photos she had taken while Jack pulled out his laptop to study all the photos they had previously shown Gabriel and Noah.

Minutes later, Jack smiled and motioned for Laura to look at a particular picture. It was of a man with scraggly, long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and sporting a bushy beard. Laura took several moments to look at the picture of the van driver and compare it to the photo on Jack’s laptop.

“It is him,” she breathed. “He’s changed his appearance a lot. No wonder Gabriel and Noah couldn’t recognize him. It’s a definite match.”

“David Zacharias,” said Jack. “Goes by Zack. Long record for drugs and a close associate of Satans Wrath.”

Within the hour, Jack received a call from Connie.

“The bald guy is him!” said Connie excitedly. I showed Gabriel the photos. She said there is no doubt he is the guy who said his name was John. Can we ID him?”

“Already done,” said Jack. “Meet us at our office and we’ll fill you in.”

By the time Connie arrived, Jack had discovered that the young woman who owned the white van was actually Zack’s sister and was married to a drug trafficker who had a record for dealing in methamphetamines.

“I don’t want these guys for dope,” growled Connie. “I want them for murder. Varrick is due to appear for his trial in two weeks and my wire runs out in two days. What can we do?”

“Put a bug in the place we found today,” said Jack.

“The landlady handed them a key,” said Connie. “Means they haven’t even moved in yet.”

“All the more reason to get the bug in quick before they do,” said Jack. “I’m free to work tonight if you want teams to sit on Varrick and Zack to make sure you’re not caught.”

“You forgetting there’s a person living upstairs?”

“She’s old,” replied Jack. “Probably doesn’t hear well. Tell the team to go in with stocking feet.”

“Yeah, well, even if we do get the bug in, what chance do you think there is that they’ll actually talk about the murder? Especially in the limited time we have left.”

“Maybe by then we can prove they’re setting up a meth lab and can get a new wire for that,” suggested Laura.

“Do you know the work involved to do that?” replied Connie. “Besides, proving it’s a meth lab won’t take long. If we keep a new wire running in the hope of getting evidence on a murder when the wire is for dope, then defence will claim we were on a fishing expedition and have it tossed out of court.”

“Quit being so pessimistic,” said Jack. “Get the bug in. I don’t care if it is only for a couple of days. I think they will talk about the murder.”

“What are you?” she snorted. “One of these guys who says the glass is half full?”

“Naw,” replied Jack. “Who cares if it’s half full or half empty. It’s just beer. Slam it back.”

Laura caught a glint in Jack’s eye. She knew he had a plan.

* * *

The investigators were successful in placing listening devices in the basement suite late that night. Neither Varrick nor Zack returned or did anything of significance for another two days. It was nine o’clock at night before Varrick retraced his steps from Headstones and once more met with Zack at the strip mall before returning to the basement suite.

Connie stayed in the monitoring room to listen to the recorders. She had three hours before the wiretap would be disconnected. Jack and Laura were on surveillance and saw the men unloading boxes from the van. By the sound of glassware and a few comments she heard, Connie knew that they were setting up another meth lab.

“Jack,” she radioed. “One of ’em said it was the last of the boxes. Also a comment about having a few days to set it up before they get the juice.”

“Copy that,” replied Laura in his place. “They’re likely referring to the chemicals they need.”

“They could be leaving soon,” replied Connie. She waited a moment for a response, but there was nothing but silence. “This is it,” she lamented over the radio. “Tonight is our last chance. At midnight we have to pull the plug.” She waited for a reply, but didn’t get one. “Jack? You there?” she asked.

Laura answered and said, “Jack left. You should hear his fist pound on their door any second.”

As if on cue, Connie heard a loud thump over the recorder, followed by Zack’s nervous whisper to Varrick, “Who the fuck is that?”

Connie let out an involuntary gasp as her stomach constricted. Her lungs froze and her mouth unconsciously dropped open as she strained to listen.