Wheels of Death by William W. Johnstone

Wheels of Death by William W. Johnstone

Author:William W. Johnstone [Johnstone, William W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2020-04-28T00:00:00+00:00


Ten

Granger Kildare put his hand on the phone, thought for a moment, then slowly removed his fingers from the receiver without ever taking it from the cradle. He was in a mental quandary. He knew from a gut feeling that Dane County, especially the town of Anson, was about to blow wide open, but he didn’t have any hard evidence to report to his chief in Louisville.

He just knew it was.

He knew where the chop shop was, and had the authority to go in and bust it wide open. But that was small potatoes. That could wait until later.

Special Agent Granger Kildare, of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, knew how to trust his gut instincts. He was Kentucky born and reared, just north of Paintsville, on the Levisa Fork. Granger had seen things turn violent in a hurry when coal miners and mountain folk got pissed off and decided to take justice into their own work-hardened hands.

The results of that were, more often than not, very bloody.

And Granger knew that was just hours, perhaps minutes, away from happening right there in Dane County. Knew it, but couldn’t prove it.

Granger knew he had enough hard evidence to arrest Ralph Causy, and maybe a federal judge would sign a warrant for the arrest of Maxwell Anson on a number of small charges — but dammit, it just wasn’t enough to put the bastards away for any length of time. The appeals would, he knew, run on for years and years.

And the victims of Maxwell’s sons’ perversion just would not, by God, take their grievances into a court of law.

Granger understood. He didn’t like it, but he understood the people’s reluctance.

Granger knew, but couldn’t prove, that mine inspectors were being bought off; knew the chiefs of police in the county and the sheriff and the patrolmen and deputies, and the mayor — hell, everybody that was somebody — was in Maxwell Anson’s pocket. Knew it, but just couldn’t prove it so that it would hold up in court.

“Shit!” the FBI man said.



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