High Stakes by Steven Henry

Author:Steven Henry
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mystery, crime, police, K9, undercover, Irish mob, murder
Publisher: Clickworks Press
Published: 2020-12-05T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

“Ian Thompson didn’t beat up Caleb Carnahan,” Erin announced.

“What’s your point?” Vic retorted. “I don’t care what else he did besides put a bullet in that idiot’s head.”

“It’s important,” she insisted. “If Carnahan got in a fight right before he was shot, don’t you think we should know about it?”

“How do you know Thompson isn’t the one who beat Carnahan?” Webb asked.

“He’s not big or strong enough.”

“He’s kind of a little guy,” Vic agreed. “But he’s also a badass. Dude used to be a Marine. I could take him, sure, but he could thrash your average street punk.”

“Plus, he probably had Carnahan at gunpoint,” Webb said.

“That doesn’t matter,” Erin said. She turned on Vic. “I just talked to Levine. The physics don’t work. Have you ever broken a guy’s jaw?”

He shrugged. “Not that I know of, but I snapped a mope’s collarbone once, and I’ve broken a couple of noses.”

“Carnahan had two broken bones in his face, plus his nose, and a fractured forearm,” she said. “From fists. How many guys do you know who can hit that hard?”

Webb said nothing.

Vic rolled his eyes. “He could’ve used brass knuckles.”

“Those leave marks. You think Levine wouldn’t have noticed?”

“Jesus Christ, Erin,” Vic said. “What’s got into you? I know you like the guy, but this is more than that. Are you actually working for the Mob now?”

“You want to see how hard a five foot six woman can punch, say that again,” she growled. “And Thompson doesn’t work for the O’Malleys, not directly.”

“Says you,” Vic muttered.

“I’m not saying anything here that a good defense lawyer won’t say at his trial,” she said. “If you’re serious about making a good case, we better have answers before then.”

“O’Reilly’s right,” Webb said. “We need to know more about what happened. The timeline has too many gaps. Thompson hasn’t exactly been helpful with his alibi.”

Vic snorted. “By which you mean, he hasn’t told us shit. Because he doesn’t have an alibi.”

“He’ll talk to me,” Erin said. “Let me try.”

“He’s lawyered up, O’Reilly,” Webb said wearily. “You can’t talk to him without that weasel Walsh looking over his shoulder the whole time.”

“Then get Walsh down here,” she said. “If he’s got something that’ll help him, his lawyer won’t stop him from saying it.”

“You’re emotionally compromised,” Webb said. “You can’t look at this objectively.”

“Why does that matter?” she shot back. “You’ll be watching me the whole time. My emotional connection to Ian is what’ll get him to talk to me. He didn’t give you or Vic anything. You let Vic talk to Tatiana that one time, and that worked.”

“Okay, we’ll try it,” Webb said. Seeing Vic open his mouth to protest, the Lieutenant held up a hand. “And if you do anything to jeopardize this case, you’ll be a meter maid in the Bronx by the end of the week.”

“I’m not sure you can actually do that, sir,” Erin said, relieved.

“Don’t test me,” Webb said.

Walsh took about half an hour to get to the precinct, which was pretty fast, considering.

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