It's Murder, My Son (A Mac Faraday Mystery) by Carr Lauren

Author:Carr, Lauren [Carr, Lauren]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Lauren Carr
Published: 2010-06-23T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Less than two months after retiring from Georgetown’s detective squad, Mac Faraday returned. After a visit to the emergency room to mend David’s arm, they had a few hours’ sleep before meeting Detective Sam Groom at the Georgetown precinct about killing five members of a street gang called the Tarantulas.

Even though Georgetown was out of the Crystal City, Virginia, jurisdiction where the shooting took place, Mac called his former colleague to uncover the motive behind a DC street gang’s attempted hit on a retired cop.

Mac had made it a point to wear the suit that his daughter had forced him to have tailored. He also parked his Viper next to Lieutenant Harold Fitzwater’s broken-down Dodge. He hated to admit that he wanted to rub his former boss’s nose in his windfall. In addition to the suit and car, he brought two boxes of donuts and a carafe of Starbucks coffee for the detectives—the way to his former colleagues’ hearts.

In the detectives’ squad room, Mac was mobbed by the old gang. After a discussion about the good life of a multi-millionaire, Tony, one of the older detectives, announced, “Hey, Mac, you should have seen Harold this morning. Sam made the mistake of telling him about you taking out five Tarantulas.”

“Costello told me that one of them didn’t have any diamonds on his back, yet,” said a chubby cop. His fellow cops called him Buddy because he was everyone’s friend.

Tony said, “Guess last night was his initiation. Lucky thing for us he failed.”

“What do you mean about diamonds on his back?” David asked.

Mac explained, “The Tarantulas mark their members with tattoos of a black spider on the back of their neck. The gang member gets a red diamond on the back of the spider for each of his kills.”

“If the kill is a cop, then the tarantula gets a white diamond,” Tony said without humor.

Mac went on, “If the gang accepts you, then you get the tattoo of the spider. All you get to do is hang out without them killing you, but you aren’t a full member until you earn your first diamond.”

“By killing someone,” David said. “That kid last night—”

“He had no diamonds. He was looking for you to get him his first one. It would have been white.”

“That would have made him a real big man on the streets,” Tony said. “That’s what every Tarantula dreams of: for his first diamond to be a white one.”

David asked, “How did they know we were cops? We weren’t in uniform.”

“Someone had to have told them. Crystal City isn’t their turf,” Tony said. “Word on the street is they were looking for someone. It had to be you.”

“Which makes it self-defense,” Mac said.

“And Harold is cussing a blue streak because it didn’t go down on his turf so that he could hang you out to dry,” Buddy said.

“Even if it was,” Tony said, “he doesn’t have enough political pull anymore to make it stick since his good friend Steve is on the fast track to hell.

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