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Jack unlocked his car and Danny got in beside him while Lance sat in the back. He rewound the tape and pushed “play.” When it reached the place where Wizard admitted that he shot Maggie, he subconsciously ran his fingers across the grip of his pistol. This is it. Time for justice.

He stopped the recorder and looked at Danny. “You wanted proof. Well, we just got it!”

Danny silently nodded.

Jack started the recorder again. Seconds later, he knew he wasn’t done. The Suit! The goddamned Suit ordered them killed! “No! Jesus Christ!” he yelled, slamming his fist into the dash. His eyes brimmed with tears and he bit his lip. He looked in the rear-view mirror and briefly locked eyes with Lance before looking away.

Minutes later, the voices on the tape ended. Danny reached over and shut it off.

Jack sat in silence for a moment to regain his composure, then turned in his seat and spoke to Lance. “You did good. In fact, better than I expected.”

“I’ve never been so fuckin’ scared in all my life. Do you have any idea what they’d have done if they decided to search me and found the recorder?”

Jack nodded.

“So what are ya gonna do with the tape? Use it as evidence?”

“That’s not going to happen. I told you I would protect you and I will.”

“You call today protecting me? Man, this is gonna be a long ten years!”

“It worked out good. I told you that Rolly would get the heat.”

“Yeah, you’re right about that. Wiz smacked him a few good ones. The dumb bastard looks uglier than ever now!”

“I wish I had seen it,” said Jack, “but I didn’t want to take the chance of them spotting any surveillance.”

“So what do we do now?” asked Lance. “These guys are gonna ace ya, and I don’t want any of your buddies thinkin’ I had a part in it.”

“We can stall for the time being,” said Jack. “Tell them we called you and said we’re going out of town for a while. Keep them on the hook. We have to find out who The Suit is!”

“Then what?” asked Lance.

Danny looked at Jack for a reply. Their eyes met briefly, then Jack turned back to Lance. “That’s none of your concern. We’ll look after you. Just make certain you look after us!”

“I hear ya.”

Jack looked at Danny and said, “There’s something personal I need to talk to him about. Wait here.” He took off his gun, put it on the seat beside Danny, and got out of the car.

Moments later, Jack and Lance strolled into a heavily wooded area in the park.

“You got a problem with me from this morning?” asked Jack. “We can deal with it now.”

Lance looked around. There was nobody else in sight. He turned to face off with Jack and said, “I figure I got about three inches on ya, and maybe forty pounds. Plus I notice you still favour your left side. You really think you could take me?”

Jack shrugged and said, “Probably not. That’s why I jumped you by surprise this morning. But that’s not the point.”

“I saw you leave your piece behind.”

“Forget the badge. This time it’s just you and me. You can look at it as payback time.”

“That’s not the only thing I saw back there.”

“What do you mean?”

“This is personal for you, ain’t it? You knew those kids, didn’t you?”

Jack paused for a moment. His stomach muscles had been constricted, expecting to receive a boot or a fist from Lance. He slowly exhaled, then took another breath before replying. “They were my niece and nephew.”

“I figured it was something like that.” Lance was silent for a moment, then said, “If it was any of my kids that got whacked, I figure I would go crazy too. Naw, it’s okay. I don’t have a hard-on for what you did.”

“Glad to hear it.”

Both men continued to walk and Jack asked, “Why didn’t you just go along with them and have us killed?”

“I was wearin’ your recorder. Hard to deny what was said.”

“Yeah, but you could have made an excuse, said you forgot to turn it on or something.”

“I know, I thought about it, but…”

“But what?”

“It wasn’t that it would really bother me to kill you two. It’s just that I’m more upset with guys in the club like Wizard and Rolly.”

“What do you mean?”

“Things have changed. When I was a young fucker, without brains, I used to think it was exciting. Sometimes it was. But not now. Lookin’ back on it, I wish I’d quit years ago.”

“Why?”

“The club’s not what it used to be when I first joined. We used to have good times … go on rides … things were different. Sure, we were a bunch of badasses sometimes, but not like it is today. When I first joined, you’d have never gotten a tattoo for knockin’ off some kid! Fuck, we’d have knocked you off! Now, we hardly ever ride. It’s all about makin’ money. We’ve become a bunch of fuckin’ businessmen. The guys in power just use the club as an image, for protection to make more money.”

“A lot of people like making money.”

“Yeah, but they’re not real bikers, at least, not what we used to be. It just ain’t worth it now. It’ll only be a matter of time before the Vietnamese, the Russians, the Indos, or some other group takes over the business. Being a biker used to represent freedom to do whatever the hell you wanted. Where’s the fuckin’ freedom when you’re always lookin’ over your shoulder wonderin’ when the competition is going to put a slug into ya!”

Jack nodded that he understood.

Lance looked at Jack and said, “Then there’s the heat, but you guys are the least of our worries.” He smiled briefly and added, “Well, I used to think that until I met you.”

“I guess I have put a burr up your ass.”

“You’ve done that, all right.”

“You did good work today. I heard you on the tape, pumping Wizard for information about The Suit. Remember when I said you would be working for us for ten years?”

“How could I forget? Now it’s nine years, fifty-one weeks and two days.”

“Make it five years now.”

“No kiddin’?”

“No kiddin’. If you find out who The Suit is, I’ll say we’re even. If I find out first, then you’re still looking at serving your country for another five years.”

“Deal!” said Lance, sticking out his hand.

Jack felt his firm grasp.

As they shook hands, Lance said, “One more thing,” and buried his left fist deep into Jack’s midriff. Jack buckled over. His already battered ribs were racked with pain as his lungs gulped for air.

Lance said, “Guess I did have a bit of a hard-on for you over this morning. Now we’re square on that!” He released his handshake.

Jack managed to give a thumbs-up sign, and Lance smiled and walked away.

It was 2:10 a.m. when the telephone shattered the silence in Wigmore’s small apartment. It took four rings before his sleepy voice answered hello.

The voice on the other end was that of a man. Feminine, but definitely a man. A man with a slight lisp.

“Hi! I’m the one who’s been admiring you down at the Oceanside Lounge. You know who. I’m the one you winked at the other night, you cheeky devil.”

“I never winked at anyone! Who is this? How did you get my number?”

“You’re a policeman, aren’t you? I’d just love it if you would show me your gun. I’m home now, all alone, or would you like me to come —”

“Listen! Whoever you are, never phone me again!” Wigmore slammed the receiver down.

Seconds later the man called back.

“Hi, big boy! As you can see, I don’t take no for an answer. I live in the pink house across from the Oceanside. I think it would be just divine if —”

Wigmore roared into the phone, “You fucking fag! You don’t know who you’re messin’ with! Now I know where you live! You bother me anymore, and so help me, I’ll take my gun and ram it up your ass and pull the trigger! That’s after I rip your face off and shove it up your ass too!”

Louie Grazia sat at his desk and slurped his morning coffee as he listened to Wizard and Rolly talk on the tape. When it ended he sat with pursed lips, staring across his desk at Jack and Danny.

“What do you think?” asked Danny, feeling uneasy.

Louie stared hard at Jack. “I take it they tried to kill you behind the Black Water when Danny told me you had gone fishing?”

“It wasn’t all that serious. Danny was right there to cover my ass.”

“Yeah, right,” replied Louie sarcastically. “It wasn’t too serious. That’s when you didn’t come to the office for a few days. Which means you got hurt!”

Jack nodded.

“I knew it! Goddamn it, I knew it! You could have told me, instead of keeping me worried about what the hell you were both up to!”

“It was my idea not to tell,” said Jack. “If you know about it and I screw up, then you’re in trouble too.”

“You still should have told me,” he said, harshly. “So tell me,” he continued, his voice softening a little, “how close did they come?”

“It was close,” admitted Jack. “Got my arm drilled and needed a few stitches from a cut on my back, but —”

“Jesus Christ! You were shot?”

“As they say in the movies, it was just a flesh wound. Nothing serious. Finding out who pulled the trigger on Maggie and Ben Junior … it was worth it.” Jack paused and his face became angry and red. “Now we need to find out who ordered them to do it.”

“Have you told your sister and her husband?”

Jack shook his head. “I won’t until it’s over. When I find The Suit. Then it will be over.”

“You’ve done more than enough already. No evidence to arrest, but at least we can point Homicide in the right direction.”

“Homicide? Who’s talking Homicide? It’ll be over when Wizard, Rolly, and The Suit are buried! Not left to some —”

“Damn it, Jack! Cool it! I don’t want to hear that kind of talk. You’re on an Intelligence Unit. Try using some! You’ve gone way beyond what you were allowed. Back off. Give Homicide a chance!”

Jack locked eyes with Louie for a moment, then quietly said, “I apologize. You’re right. I was just letting off steam.”

Jack sounded calm. Too calm, thought Louie. It was the demeanour that a professional would use. A professional killer.

“The problem is,” Jack continued, “we don’t know who the leak is. It could be someone in Homicide. Letting others know means jeopardizing our source, and it could also tip off the leak so that we never find him.”

“Any ideas who that is?” Louie asked.

“I was inclined to think it came from one of the City narcs, but that was just my own bias. I didn’t want to think it was one of ours. The narcs talked to our Homicide Unit about Lenny and me, or Eddy Trimble, each time before things got hot.”

“You think the leak is from Homicide?” asked Louie.

“It’s the secret identity that makes me wonder. City narcs don’t usually wear suits. Homicide do.”

“It could be someone higher up in City. Their bosses wear suits, including Ted Nash.”

“So do our bosses. Finding out may not be easy, but I will,” said Jack with bitter determination.

“What did that kid … Marcie … say The Suit looked like?”

“She didn’t see his face, but described him as slim, with collar-length dark wavy hair.”

“Doesn’t help much. That fits you. What about CC? Do you trust her?”

“As far as I would trust most cops, why?”

“You know she’s not the leak. Tell her that a reliable source said that Wizard and Rolly murdered the kids on instruction from someone who is leaking information. Tell her that they also killed Lenny and tried to kill someone by the name of Eddy Trimble. If that isn’t enough to get a wiretap, mention that they’re also responsible for running a speed connection out of Montreal. Maybe it will lead to The Suit. If she needs a partner, tell her to make sure it’s someone chubby who she trusts completely.”

“These guys would never contact The Suit from their home phones.”

“I agree, but maybe Homicide could get a room bug in or something. Maybe bug their cars. It wouldn’t hurt.”

“These guys don’t talk inside and they change cars like you change shirts.”

“What have you got to lose? Wizard and Rolly already know that you’re on to them.”

“It wouldn’t hurt, except I’m not supposed to be involved in this.” Jack glanced at Danny before continuing. “Wigmore is acting kinky. If I start ducking questions from CC or anyone about who Eddy Trimble is, it won’t be good. Especially if CC does end up bringing the City narcs on board.”

Louie nodded that he understood, then said, “Danny, you pass on the information and take responsibility for any questions or meetings. No need for them to know who Trimble really is. This is only Tuesday. If CC hustles her ass, she could have wire on by early next week.”

Danny squirmed in his chair, then said, “I guess that’s not lying.”

“You’re not lying,” said Louie. “You’re just not disclosing everything.”

“What about Axle and Nails?” asked Danny. “They killed Crystal.”

“That’s a card we could use later. See how this plays out first. We don’t have the manpower to be everywhere at once. Concentrate on Wizard and Rolly. They’re the ones who want to kill Jack. If they make a move we need to know immediately!”

“Understood,” said Danny.

Louie pointed his finger at Jack and said, “You stay in the background! Especially where Wizard and Rolly are concerned! We’re going to have to figure out a way to cover your ass and make sure —”

“I’ve thought of that. I told our friend to tell them that we’ll be out of town for a while. That should give us breathing room enough for us to find out who The Suit is.”

“And how do you expect to do that?” asked Louie.

“You’re right about running wire. When it’s on, we’ll run surveillance on Wizard and Rolly. I’ll get our friend to meet them and say he just heard from me that I found out who The Suit is. With luck, they’ll either panic and say something, or they’ll go warn him and we’ll follow them and find out.”

“And if Wizard and Rolly decide to find you first?”

“We rattled their chains good last night. They’ll be so paranoid that they’ll be looking over their shoulders at everyone. We’ll lie low the rest of this week. Give them a little time to cool off and for CC to get the wire up and running. Then do it. Once we find out who The Suit is, I’ll arrange for Wizard and Rolly to find me. I’ll pick the time and place.”

Louie shook his head. “That’s not a good idea.”

“Don’t worry. When the time comes, I’ll make sure that both you and Danny get an invitation. It will be a formal affair. Dress in black and bring sniper rifles.”

“Damn it, Jack! That’s not —”

“Hey, Louie! Lighten up! I’m just joking.”

Louie looked at Jack’s eyes. Jack stared back and didn’t blink. He was supposed to think Jack was telling the truth. He knew better.