The Snow Raven by Connie Dial

Author:Connie Dial
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781579626389
Publisher: The Permanent Press
Published: 2020-07-12T16:00:00+00:00

~ FOURTEEN ~

Behan met them at Central Jail to give booking approval for Art, who assured everyone he had no intention of attempting to post bail. He understood his best chance of surviving the Testa clan was incarceration and isolation with witness protection before and after he testified. Josie promised him she’d set up a meeting with the DA the next morning to begin the process of providing him with a new identity and safe location, but for today, tracking down Too Tall—hopefully, before Abby and her father realized he was of no further use to them—had become her priority.

She contacted Curtis, and, over Donny’s protests, he agreed they would help her and Tomic with the search. The loanees from patrol were still in court so Josie walked over to the Vice office in Hollywood station to recruit Sergeant Bailey and her crew.

The office was empty as usual, except for Marge who didn’t allow her officers to linger inside the building unless they were writing reports or booking arrestees.

“Let the fucking Testas have Gilbert and Art too . . . good riddance,” Marge said, after Josie asked for her assistance.

“Gladly, if we didn’t need him,” Josie said. “If what Art says is true, Too Tall could be the key to finding Superman’s killer.”

“Why should we believe anything that loser Art swears to?”

“Because it all kinda makes sense and I’m really hoping they’re the only dirty cops we find.”

“And if they’re not?”

Josie was tired of explaining. She stared at her friend and said, “Then we get the rest of the damn assholes and clean house.”

“Wow,” Marge said laughing. “I just heard Josie Corsino almost swear. That’s a first. How come you never swear?”

“I don’t know, no reason,” Josie said, but she knew why. Words always worked better for her than anger. Swearing meant she was so angry she couldn’t say what she meant and, as far as she was concerned, losing control was a sign of weakness, a fatal character flaw in this man’s world of policing.

“Just don’t fucking do it anymore, sounds weird coming from you,” Marge said, taking a last big gulp of coffee.

Josie leaned closer and calmly whispered in her ear, “Fuck off,” causing her surprised friend to cough and spit a mouthful of café mocha across her desk.

“Not fucking funny, Corsino,” Marge shouted, holding up a soggy piece of paper as Josie disappeared into the hallway, laughing.

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