Drug Lord: Part I (Detective Damien Drake Book 6) by Patrick Logan

Author:Patrick Logan [Logan, Patrick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pathological Ink
Published: 2018-08-31T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 48

“Yeah, I don’t care what they say,” Officer Dalton began. “That was Damien Drake.”

“I don’t give a shit who it was,” Officer Pontiac replied as they walked out of the station. He lowered his voice. “All I care about is the shit he took.”

As he approached his car, he glanced at the rear door and scowled. A fellow officer had managed to close it while they were giving their statements, but he’d done a shit job; it was held together by a repurposed coat hanger and some electrical tape. Mike tried the door, but not only did it not open, but it felt as if it were welded shut.

“Motherfucker ruined my door,” he muttered as he got in the driver seat. When Dalton didn’t immediately join him in the car, Mike leaned out the window. “Get in.”

Dalton glanced back toward the front doors of the precinct.

“Think you can give me a ride home? I was considering picking up my daughter from school early and taking her to the movies.”

Mike stared at his partner in disbelief.

“Get the fuck in the car, Pete. Now.”

Dalton did as he was asked and Mike bit his tongue as he pulled out of the police station parking lot and made his way back toward Tremont.

When they had been driving for nearly ten minutes, he finally looked over at Dalton.

“Are you a fucking idiot?”

The man made a face.

“What are you talking about? It wasn’t my fault—”

“Going to the movies with your daughter? Seriously?”

Dalton shrugged.

“IA said to take the rest of the week off. I just figured—”

Mike ground his teeth in frustration.

“What do you think is going to happen when Chris and his crew see that the heroin is missing? Huh? When we can’t pay Jasmine for the dope we took on consignment.”

Dalton held his hands up.

“Dude, it’s not our fault. Someone jumped us.”

Mike shook his head.

“I knew you were a fat slob, Dalton, but I didn’t think that you were a complete fucking moron. They’re going to come after us, you idiot.”

Dalton swallowed hard.

“Naw, we can explain. Tell them what happened.”

Mike made a hard left and pulled around a slow moving taxi cab.

“Yeah, sure, that’ll work great. Both the thug and the drug lord will just, oh, I dunno, give us a hug maybe, tell us it’ll be okay. Then they’ll forget the whole thing.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“You wanna go to the movies with your daughter? They are gonna fucking gut her and pull her intestines out like silly string, you fat fuck.”

Dalton’s jaw clenched and he finally clammed up. They continued toward Tremont for several minutes in silence, before Mike started to feel bad for the man.

“Look, you know what happened to Detective Simmons, right?”

Dalton nodded.

“Yeah. Those psychos in the cult skinned him.”

Mike shook his head. He couldn’t believe how naive his partner was.

“It wasn’t the Church of Liberation, Pete. It was the—”

Officer Pontiac reached up and pulled his aviator sunglasses down his nose. There was a young black man in a hoodie walking down the street, a plastic bag slung over one shoulder.

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