Double Take by Alan Jacobson

Author:Alan Jacobson [Jacobson, Alan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Mystery & Detective, General, Crime, Thrillers, Suspense
ISBN: 9781497655911
Google: C5K4AwAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00KQZY1WW
Publisher: Open Road Media
Published: 2014-07-01T05:00:00+00:00

“WHO IS THIS?” BURDEN YELLED into the phone.

“NYPD Lieutenant Carmine Russo, who the hell’s this?”

“Inspector Lance Burden, SFPD. This your boy I have here?”

“It is, Inspector, thanks for helping out.”

“I think I deserve more than ‘thanks for helping out.’ I just saw your detective put a goddamn gun to his head and pull the trigger. You mind telling me what’s going on?”

“Detective Dyer’s in a bad way. His fiancé’s dead, he’s on medication, he’s takin’ it tough. Check with Captain Torrez, he’ll explain it. Meantime, handle Dyer with kid gloves. He ain’t well, you hear me?

“No shit.”

Russo ignored the dig. “I’ll be on the next flight out.”

RUSSO DROVE THE RENTAL ALONG THE WINDING road to the top of Twin Peaks, the second highest point in the city. Below them, at the base of the mountain, stood the San Francisco Police Department Academy, where Dyer spent the night under the reluctant and watchful eye of Lance Burden.

Muscular gusts of wind blew mercilessly into the face of Carmine Russo and Oliver Henry, who leaned against their rental car in the scenic overlook’s parking lot.

Moments later, after Russo had consulted his watch for the fourth time, an unmarked Ford Taurus drove toward them and swung into a slot a few dozen feet away. The front doors opened and two men stepped out: SFPD Captain Harmon Torrez, and, Russo surmised, Inspector Lance Burden.

Russo cursed under his breath. He had hoped for an uneventful handoff: no questions asked and no third parties. That was the agreement he’d had with Torrez. Apparently, things weren’t done in San Francisco the way they were done in New York.

Russo took custody of Dyer, who was handcuffed behind his back, even though he’d been heavily sedated per a prescription Henry had called in to a nearby pharmacy. He passed Dyer to Henry, who steadied the detective while Russo unlocked the restraints.

“You didn’t need the cuffs,” Russo said.

Torrez snorted. “I don’t think you’re in a position to criticize, Carmine.”

Russo set Dyer into the backseat of their rental and closed the door, then joined Henry and Torrez, who was standing with Burden a few feet away. The SFPD men had their arms folded across their chests.

Burden spoke first. “The captain told me that Dyer killed Ms. Dettlinger. He said you’d explain the rest.”

“Yeah, well, I think it’s best that we just leave it at that, okay?” Russo turned, but Burden spoke up.

“No, not okay. This is my case, and if I'm gonna have an unsolved on my record—or worse, if I’m gonna let a murderer go free—I deserve an explanation.”

Torrez’s face was hard. “Tell him, Carmine. Or I will.”

Russo shared a cold stare with his friend.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Torrez said. “You asked me to stick my neck out as a personal favor, and I did that. Once. I can’t have a murderer running around loose in my city—”

Russo held up a hand. “Now wait just a fuckin’ minute, Harmon—”

“I’d like to know what the hell’s going on,” Burden said. “For chrissake, we had another guy in custody for this.

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