The Shadowmaker by Champitto T. J

Author:Champitto, T. J.
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781957288956
Publisher: WildBlue Press
Published: 2022-10-25T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 21

Miles sat in a metal folding chair in front of a large window facing the Park Avenue complex. He pressed his hands together in his lap and stared vacantly at Anton’s penthouse across the street. “Were you at the FBI building this morning?” he finally asked.

Garza took a sip from his bottled water, then set it at his feet. “Yeah, why?”

“Any leads on the Martović murder?”

“No, I don’t think forensics was able to pull anything from the crime scene. The shooter must’ve picked up his casings before he fled. All we’ve got are the ones scattered around the body, which were likely from Martović’s gun. Nine-millimeter.”

“Do we have the gun?”

Garza rubbed his chin in thought. “No. I imagine Sirola took it. We’re gonna need to question him at some point. He’s our only witness.”

“He’ll pop up.”

“I’m not so sure about that. Anton’s probably got him halfway to Canada by now.”

Before Miles could argue, the front door blew open and Agent Harwick stormed into the room. “Brennan, a word please.” Miles got up from his post and followed the lead agent into the master bedroom. “So?” Harwick asked impatiently.

“So what?”

Harwick closed the door and raised his index finger to Miles’ face. “You’re out of time, hotshot. We’ve already got one dead Ružaro captain, and whatever the hell Anton just snatched from the bottom of the ocean is being shipped to Atlanta as we speak. Who’s your fucking informant? I’m done playing games!”

Miles had hoped to avoid this confrontation for as long as possible. “Listen, Agent Harwick, I’m really sorry—”

“I don’t want to hear how sorry you are, Brennan! Give me a goddamn name!”

Miles kept his eyes ahead of him. “It was Darius Martović,” he stated. “The Shadowmaker’s dead.”

Harwick’s face flared with astonishment. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

The NSA agent ran his hand over his head and began pacing the small room. “So we’ve got nothing. Our informant’s dead and we have absolutely fucking nothing to show for it.”

“That sounds about right, sir.”

“Do you think Krunoslav found out he was an informant and had him killed?”

“Absolutely not,” assured Miles. “This is just bad luck.”

“I want a full report of your last three interactions with him on my desk by five o’clock.”

“Of course. I’ll go ahead and put something together.”

Harwick continued to pace. The wheels in his mind were spinning furiously. “So what happens now? From their end?”

Miles considered it for a moment. “Well, Anton will have to replace Darius with a new captain.”

“Any ideas who that might be?”

“My guess is either Peter Guillen or Henry Sirola.”

“Speaking of which, where the hell is Henry Sirola?”

Miles shook his head. “We have no idea, sir. Garza thinks he went to ground, I happen to believe he’ll stick his head out sooner than later. There’s still work to be done on their end and Anton needs all of his best men operational right now.”

“Find him!” Harwick shouted as he marched into the foyer and out the front door, slamming it behind him.

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