The Deadliest Sins by Rick Reed

Author:Rick Reed
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2018-05-15T16:33:53+00:00

Chapter 23

The Dream Lodge in Evansville was anything but that. The bed was as hard as a cinder block, the same stuff as the unpainted water-stained walls. Coyote had left the truck stop café after killing the state trooper. He wasn’t concerned about being stopped by the police. He was invisible as far as the cops were concerned. He’d thrown the stuff from the café into the Mississippi as he crossed the bridge, and no one had slowed to watch him park on the bridge. They were all sheep. How would they survive without men like him to protect them?

The cops weren’t bad people, just stretched too thin and under too many political edicts. He wasn’t. He’d seen the light and made his own path.

Room ten at the Dream Lodge smelled like stale cigarette smoke, the stink of sex, mold, and rotting wood. He dropped his gym bag on the bed and took off his Colts jacket. He’d bought it in a thrift store when he’d gotten into Evansville. The jacket would draw attention away from his face. The Indianapolis Colts football team were like gods in Indiana.

He’d need solid information on the whereabouts of the boy. He didn’t think his source would have anything on the kid. He needed to know more. He needed background on Detective Jack Murphy and the big guy, Blanchard, his partner. He’d learned the hard way that you never underestimate your opponent. Murphy exuded determination. Cleverness. The big guy was a rock wall that would take some climbing. Together they were more of an obstacle than they first appeared.

He played with the idea of approaching Deputy Chief Richard Dick for the information he needed. He could show Dick a badge. He had several of them. Or he could say he was with the Indianapolis newspaper. Dick liked to talk. A talking dick. Coyote smiled, but the smile faded quickly. Bad shit happened when you weren’t focused. Plus, showing his face to the deputy chief would mean he’d have to eliminate the arrogant man. Another cop would raise too many eyebrows.

He had a source where he could get the information he needed, but he hesitated to call them. If his source wasn’t aware of his failure to eliminate a target in that hick town, they would soon work it out. They might even try to turn it to their own advantage. He didn’t think his source would want him caught. Killed, but not caught. Coyote knew too many secrets.

His shrink had said, “Don’t ruminate. Write.” He scooted back on the mattress until his back was against the wall and opened his journal:

It’s all turned to shit. Yesterday, I was looking forward to the next mission. Now I’ve got to clean up a mess. I was careful but I made a mistake. That worries me.

I left the old woman alive. She was no threat to my mission but the boy shouldn’t have survived. That’s the way mistakes played out. One problem leads to another and pretty soon the shit hits the fan.

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