Bad Blood Brothers: A Cody Clark Detective Mystery Thriller: Book 1 by T.D. Night

Author:T.D. Night [Night, T.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-10-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 38

August 5

I didn’t sleep well last night, and I’ve been distracted all day. When you’re a kid, time crawls in anticipation of a big day, like waiting around for your birthday party. But now, time runs like a swollen river toward the rendezvous point of the sting. I’m in that water and being pulled along faster than I’d like to be.

Matthew hasn’t told me the details of the sting. I didn’t think he would. He made it very clear that he was calling the shots, especially over their official channels. A cop would never let a PI run a sting, and he wants to make sure his guys know that’s not happening now—even though I’ve installed a 2-way secure communications app on my phone. It’s just the two of us on this comm rig.

Sitting on a park bench beneath a copper streetlamp, and it’s flickering nervously. Just like me. I check my phone and see that it’s almost go time. The plan is for Matthew to come through my earpiece about ten minutes before the meeting time.

“Check one. Check one two.”

“Please don’t,” I say, looking around the park for any sign of Russian mobsters. “I have to hear that every night at the Forge.”

“Just making sure.”

It’s dark, but not late. Lights illuminate the basketball court where ten guys are playing shirts and skins. They’ll be there until well after midnight. I see two women jogging, not together. There’s what appears to be an old man hobbling on a cane around the ornamental pond in the middle of the park at Foster Beach. The asphalt walkway circumnavigates the water and extends out like spokes, the pond like a hub. That means there’s six ways in and six ways out. I’m assuming Matthew has them all under surveillance.

“What are we looking for?” he asks.

“I don’t know. I’ll tell you when I see them.”

“That’s helpful.”

“The guys on the dark web didn’t follow me on Instagram. They like to keep their identity hidden.”

Matthew doesn’t respond to my sarcasm. Most people don’t, which is a shame because I think I’m pretty good at it.

Because I don’t want Matthew’s meathead/Rambo cop buddies jumping the gun, I didn’t tell him that rasput1n gave me a physical description, so I’d know who to look for. I’m assuming the person who is going to meet me is rasput1n, but I have no way of knowing. And I don’t know who rasput1n is anyway, although the handle suggests a Russian mobster. You don’t need a Bachelor’s in History to figure that out.

I’m looking for someone, according to rasput1n, wearing a black t-shirt with a white star on the front. Even at night, I don’t think I’ll have any trouble spotting this.

When I see this person, I’m supposed to hold up a red frisbee so they know it’s me. I don’t understand this. If they believe I’m Tyler, surely they know what he looks like. I have to assume they’re thinking the same thing I am: Tyler is fearing for his life.

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