Ocean Prey (A Prey Novel #31) - John Sandford Page 0,57
guy who got killed, we heard about you from old friends, out of the business now. You’re going around town kicking over trash cans and somebody might have gotten worried that you were getting somewhere on the Coast Guard murders. So, they chumped you. They got somebody to point you at me, because of the rumors about my previous occupations, which are completely false, by the way. You come running down here and the idea was, you’d kick the front door open and they’d wipe you out, and then all the cops would come and they’d find that black thing in my dumpster . . . You were chumped and you’re still being chumped.”
Lucas closed his eyes and squeezed the bridge of his nose, then looked at Weaver and asked, “You got time for a walk around the block?”
“I do,” Weaver said. To the agents at the table, he said, “Keep him talking.”
* * *
Lucas and Weaver went outside. A fire truck was still there, now spraying water on the blacktop at the side of the Romano building, and Lucas realized they were washing away the blood left behind by Bob and the wounded FBI agent. He turned the other direction, down the street, and said, “Listen, Dale. Romano said what I was thinking. Whoever the Coast Guard killers are, they spotted Bob and me, and followed us. They checked into the motel right behind us and waited for us to hit Romano. They thought it’d just be me and Bob. And they torched the room on the way out because they thought that would get rid of their DNA. I bet they were wearing gloves when they went down.”
“Yeah, they were. We might have still gotten some DNA, fire doesn’t always wipe it out anymore . . . but that’s irrelevant now.”
“What Romano said . . . you’ve identified them?” Lucas asked.
“Yes. We printed them, they popped right up.”
“Do they hook up with Romano somehow?”
“No. They were basically for hire, whatever you needed done,” Weaver said. “They collected on debts, protected dealers, they were suspected in a couple of gang killings.”
“Then I think Romano nailed it. We were chumped. We’ve got to get up to Miami and knock down Magnus Elliot’s door, and the sooner the better. He’s the guy who set us up.”
“I’ll get a SWAT team, but you and I have to stay here. Or I do, anyway, I’ll see what the guys from the Miami office have to say. They’ll want everyone who fired a gun to be here while they work out the sequence of events.”
“That’s fine, send the SWAT team, but I don’t think we’ll really need them. Elliot may not have known what he was doing, or maybe he did. Either way, he’s now a liability to whoever set us up. He’s probably dead. If he isn’t, he soon will be, so we gotta move. If he’s not dead, he’s squeezable.”
“Miami-Dade can have somebody there in five minutes. I’ll make a call . . .”
He walked away to make the call, and as Lucas looked after him, he thought, I should have done this earlier, I shouldn’t have frozen up . . .
* * *
Lucas walked through the mess around Romano’s building, the fire trucks, the cops, the smell of water and smoke, the constant chatter of cops talking and shouting, radios scratching out more talk. He thought about finding the motel desk clerk again, but when he went to look for her, she’d been taken somewhere else to be interviewed. He went back to the street, saw Weaver talking to one of the task force agents and went that way.
Weaver saw him coming and said, “Miami-Dade will have somebody there right now. I’ve called the overnight judge for a new warrant.”
“I’m going up there,” Lucas said. “If your guys need me . . . tell them I left without permission. Or whatever, but I’m going. I never did fire a weapon, so . . .”
He stepped away but Weaver hooked his arm and held on. “Nope. Not by yourself.” He looked around the parking lot and shouted, “Parker! Parker!”
The young agent hurried toward them and Weaver said to Lucas, “Parker was on the far side of the building, he never fired his weapon. The Miami office guys will be pissed if he leaves, but he wasn’t involved.”
Parker came up and Weaver told him, “Get the bus keys from Andy and take Lucas up to Miami, where he tells you to go. Then