Wild Honor by Tripp Ellis

Author:Tripp Ellis [Ellis, Tripp]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tripp Ellis
Published: 2019-11-10T16:00:00+00:00

22

It was an IT emergency.

Too much for Sean to handle.

That's what I told the manager to tell Zeke—the night shift nerd in charge of the hotel's computer network. The request would appeal to his ego. The ruse was a lot easier than going to him. Zeke was one of the few people that had access to the server room and knew the master passcode to the network.

We hung out in the lobby of the Seven Seas, waiting for Zeke to arrive.

Tony Scarpetti strolled through the doors, and a grin curled on his face when he saw us. “Well, if it isn’t my two favorite cops.”

We shook hands.

Big Tony was a former gangster who had turned legit. He ran an ongoing, high-stakes poker game in a suite at the Seven Seas. It was a classy operation, and I had pulled my fair share of winnings from the regular event. Jack and I had helped Tony out of a tight spot a while back, and we had become friends—in an odd sort of way. Tony was adamant that he was now a legitimate businessman, but I knew he still had deep Mafia connections.

“What gives?” Tony said. “You get rich and famous and you stop coming around my game?”

I shrugged, apologetically. “It’s been kind of crazy lately. I swear, I’ll stop by soon and you can deal me in.”

“You two need anything, let me know. I mean it. Anything.”

Tony didn’t make that kind of offer lightly. He was a good guy to have on your side. He could also be a nightmare of an enemy. His Mafia connections were just a phone call away.

“Thanks, Tony,” I said.

We shook hands again, and he patted me on the shoulder before strolling toward the bar.

Zeke staggered into the lobby 30 minutes later, looking sleep deprived. He was 6” tall, brown matted hair, round belly, and a thin mustache that looked like something a high school kid would grow, even though Zeke was in his early 30s.

"What's the major malfunction that Sean couldn't handle?" Zeke said as he strutted into the lobby.

I flashed my badge. "Deputy Sheriff. We’d like to talk to you for a minute."

“Sure, no problem,” he said, maintaining his cool. Then he spun around and darted into the parking lot.

I chased after him.

It wasn't going to be much of a chase.

When I caught up to him, I slammed his face into the hood of a car and ratcheted a pair of cuffs around his wrists. The sheet metal reverberated, and Zeke groaned from the impact.

"What's going on?"

"You're under arrest for illegal videography."

"What are you talking about?" he asked, as I yanked him from the car and marched him toward the lobby.

"Really? You’re going to play dumb?" I asked.

“I’m smart enough to know better than to talk to you."

"How many cameras have you placed throughout the hotel?"

"What part of I'm not talking to you do you not understand?"

"You do realize the penalties for recording someone in an area where they have an expectation of privacy?"

Zeke said nothing.

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