Morrison and that the only way he figured he could really help you was by coming out with the truth.”
I couldn’t react. It was too much to grind. I could still feel the sand in my shoes from pulling a guy out of the ocean, a guy I should have been guarding. I was less than twenty-four hours from getting caught trying to tail a cop, a cop who might be guilty of multiple homicides.
“So what’s the truth?” I said.
“That’s where we’re going, Max. He gave me an address,” she said, pulling an orange “While You Were Out” message note from her pocket. “He said not to get there until after two. He told me it would be safe and in fact kind of begged me not to bring anyone but you. He said bringing you would be proof that it wasn’t some kind of setup that would be dangerous.”
I looked around in the garage like I was searching for the SWAT boys.
“And you’re going to trust him?”
“You did, Max,” she said.
We took her car and I rode shotgun. The address was a few blocks to the north along the Middle River. She was nervous. I knew because she always had to talk when she was nervous.
“So tell me about the scene at the Flamingo,” she said.
I told her the story in more detail, how Rodrigo had somehow slipped out of the bungalow and took his chances in the water.
She stopped at a light to cross Sunrise and rolled down the window.
“I’d have to agree with Deputy Cardona,” she said. “Those spots of blood on the walkway would make me nervous, too.”
I shook my head and told her that from the impressions left in the walls and the descriptions that the women gave Cardona, it had to be David Hix.
“This is your union-busting guy? The one who took on you and O’Shea in the alley with his brother?” she said.
I nodded and then told her about the photos and the threats that Billy and Diane had received at their home and the additional photo of the Fort Lauderdale attorney.
“You do know how to get your nose into the shit, Max,” she said.
“It is a talent,” I said.
She cut her eyes at me and I thought I could see a smile play at the corner of her mouth. I took advantage of the moment.
“And since Mr. Colon has been attacked twice by this baseball bat-wielding felon, can we get an officer to watch his room over at North Broward Medical Center?”
She looked over at me and then picked up the radio. She made the arrangements with dispatch, only asking me the spelling on Rodrigo’s name and then checking a computer screen attached to the dash in front of her and finding the case number.
We turned east for a few blocks and then made a right onto Middle River Drive.
“Thanks,” I said.
The address on the note was a small, two-story apartment building. Eight units in all. Painted a powdery light green. There were three cars parked in spaces at the front, older models, a four-door Caprice, a small SUV, a Volkswagen beetle, the original, with rust spots on the rounded corners and door seams. We sat quietly and watched for a minute. Richards wrote down the license plate numbers in her notebook.
“Not the Ritz,” I said.
“Unit C has to be on the first floor, huh?”
“That’d figure.”
Richards pulled the 9mm, checked the load, slid it back in the holster.
“Let’s go find the truth,” she said and we got out together.
The tiny pool in front of the complex wasn’t much larger than a hot tub. The shrubbery was dry and needed clipping. Unit C was in the middle and we stepped under an overhang and flanked the door. Inside I could hear the sound of a television, the tinny words of a game show host, the canned applause. When Richards knocked someone turned down the volume. There was a peephole in the door and Richards stood in front of it but I could see by the cant of her hip that her weight was all on her right leg, ready to push off to one side if she didn’t like what appeared. We heard the snick of a lock and the door opened only as far as the safety chain would let it.
“Yes?”
The nose, full mouth and expectant eyes of a woman filled the crack.
“Can I help you?”
“Hi,” Richards said. “Uh, Colin O’Shea sent us over. He said that you might have something for