Act of Deceit by Steven Gore

Author:Steven Gore
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780062025067
Publisher: Harper
Published: 2011-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 35

“Where is she, Sonny boy?”

A grim voice shook Donnally awake. He looked out from the bed of the Willys and recognized the side of the apartment building bordering Sonny’s driveway. He propped himself on an elbow and looked over the driver’s seat toward the front of the wagon. Two men, one black, one white, both in their mid-fifties, stood facing Sonny, who was leaning back against the hood.

“We’re tired of screwing around, asshole. You’ve been fucking with us for over thirty years. It stops tonight. Where’s Trudy?”

Sonny held his hands out and looked at the black one.

“Come on, Jenkins, I don’t know where she is.”

Donnally glanced toward the street to see if there was backup. A vacant Ford Expedition blocked the driveway, probably the one that got cut off in San Rafael. He heard a thud and a grunt, then looked back to see Sonny doubled over.

Jenkins pointed a leather-gloved finger at Sonny’s head. His other hand was still formed into a fist.

“I’ll tell you all I know man,” Sonny said. “Just go through my lawyer.”

Jenkins punched down toward Sonny’s face. His head rocked to the left.

“Fuck your lawyer.”

Donnally eased toward the rear door.

The white one stepped between his partner and Sonny.

“Take it easy. He won’t be able to talk through a broken jaw.” He then set his hand on Sonny’s shoulder. “You better come up with something, Sonny. I’m not sure how long I can control him.”

“Give me the address,” Jenkins said.

Donnally turned the handle to flip up the top half of the gate and gripped the lower latch. He yanked it hard and in one motion kicked the bottom gate and slid out. By the time he’d pulled his gun and crouched down at the back of the truck, there were two Glocks pointed at him.

“I’m a cop,” Donnally called out. “Back off.”

“You used to be a cop, asshole,” Jenkins yelled back. “Why don’t you go back up to Mount Shasta and flip your flapjacks?”

“Not a chance.”

A light came on in a second-story apartment window. Donnally glanced up as the curtain was pulled aside.

The window slid open and a female voice called out, “Everything okay?”

Donnally lowered his gun and slipped it into his back pocket. Jenkins and his partner holstered theirs.

“Yeah, fine,” Donnally said to her, “Sonny just got drunk and passed out. We’ll take care of him.”

“Why don’t you just cut a deal and get this over with?” Donnally asked.

Sonny pressed the ice pack against the side of his head as they sat at the kitchen table, then quoted back Donnally’s earlier line about Mauricio: “There’d be too much to explain.” He took in a long breath, then exhaled. “Look, man. Anna was everybody’s baby, not just Trudy’s. She was a little goddess that appeared out of nothingness. Everybody showed up at the house after she was murdered. I mean everybody. Crooked and straight. People who were still in the movement and some who’d long left it behind. Even that asshole Sherwyn showed up, but we chased him away.

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