Payback Brother by Mike Faricy

Author:Mike Faricy [Faricy, Mike]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Credit River Publishing
Published: 2022-06-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 29

Dillon had to park almost a block away from the Manhole Pub. He took his ID with the lanyard from the glove compartment and headed toward the Manhole. The street was blocked by police vehicles, a forensics van, and a number of unmarked cars. Uniformed officers were keeping a curious crowd at bay. He worked his way through the crowd, saying, “Excuse me, pardon me, thank you.”

“Sorry, sir, no further. We have an investigation underway,” a uniformed officer said to Dillon.

He suddenly realized he still had his ID with the lanyard in his hand. He quickly draped it around his neck and held out his warrant card.

“Oh, beg your pardon, sir. I wasn’t aware. Please, go ahead,”

“Hey now,” a man shouted. “What’s with the likes of that bastard, and the rest of us can’t—”

Dillon turned and held up his ID on the lanyard.

“Oh, sorry lad, good on ya,” the man said to chuckles throughout the crowd.

Dillon got a look from most of officers as he walked past, but no one said anything. Two officers were standing at the door. One of them studied the ID around Dillon’s neck and then looked at his warrant card for a good half-minute. “All right, sir,” he said as he handed the warrant card back to Dillon.

“Is DCI O’Brien inside?”

The officer nodded. “He was last time we checked unless he snuck out the back entrance.”

Dillon stepped into the bar. The first thing he saw was the gray-haired woman who had been tending bar when Dillon and Suel talked to Hogan yesterday. She was seated in a booth with her back to the bodies at the end of the room. She was sipping what looked like whiskey and talking to two officers who were taking notes. A bottle of Jameson 18 that went for somewhere around a hundred and twenty-five euros a bottle was on the table next to her. Good for her, Dillon thought.

The bodies, there were three, were back next to the booth where Dillon and Suel had talked to Brennan Hogan for all of five minutes. He recognized Connor Ginty, the man Suel knew. He was lying on his back with a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead. A splatter of blood and brain matter had coated the wall where Ginty must have been standing. The thug who had the nose ring and the tire track tattoo was leaning against the back wall with his legs stretched out in front of him. His eyes had a glassy stare, and the left side of his chest was covered in blood.

Brennan Hogan was lying face down on the floor. Based on the rubble beneath him he’d apparently fallen onto a chair. Given his massive weight, the chair had disintegrated. One of the broken chair legs was protruding out the back of his left side. Dillon counted three bullet holes just above Hogan’s left ear.

At the moment, three officers in white hooded scrubs, shoe coverings, and masks were examining the bodies. Two more officers were photographing the scene.

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