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“Hey, wait a second! A funeral home! Is that your kink, man? You boning the stiffs? That’s freaking great, man! I bet you get a lot of tail working in a funeral home, and none of it ever says no. Am I right?”
“I don’t want to talk about this.”
“Why not? Nothing wrong with grabbing a little afternoon delight at work. I always wanted to nail a corpse.”
“Really?”
“Sure. Don’t have to buy her di
Another long pause.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Not cold?”
“I use a heating pad to warm them up.”
“That’s genius, man! When we get out of here, maybe you’d let me stop by some time? I’d, you know, pay for the privilege. As soon as we both get out… hey, what’s wrong, man?”
“I’m never going to get out of here.” Rushlo’s voice was cracking.
“Why not? What are you in for?”
“Murder.”
“No shit! You killed somebody?”
“No. I didn’t kill anybody. They think I did.”
“Well, if you didn’t do it, they’ll let you out. Do you know who did it?”
Sniffling. “Yes.”
“Did you tell them?”
“No. He’ll kill me if I tell.”
“Won’t the cops protect you?”
“He is a cop.”
“No shit? Man, that sucks. You wa
“No. Why?”
“I’ll give you twenty bucks.”
Herb slapped himself on the forehead.
“Why do you want to know his name? Are you a cop?”
“Sure, I’m a cop. I’m even wearing a wire. They sent me in here to see if I could make you talk.”
Herb nudged me. “When this is over, let’s leave McGlade in there. He’s too stupid to be allowed in society.”
“You’re not a cop.” Rushlo talking.
“Of course I’m not a cop. I hate cops. Hey… you wa
“Sure.”
“I killed a cop once.” Harry was whispering. I turned up the volume.
“Are you kidding?”
“No shit, man. I was on a street corner, talking to this cute little girl, and this cop starts hassling me. I didn’t need that kind of hassle, know what I mean? He wants to pat me down, and I’m carrying.”
“You had a gun?”
“Hell yeah, I had a gun. So before he gets a chance to take it away from me, I put him down. Bam Bam! Two in the face. Maybe you read about it, happened a few weeks ago. You wa
“Sure.”
“I liked it.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah, I’m a stone-cold demon, man. I’m the real deal. Hey… you rich? I heard funeral homes make a lot of money.”
“I have money.”
“Maybe I can help you out.”
“How?”
“Maybe I could take care of this cop for you. Sneak up on his pig ass and give him a little Bam Bam.”
Nice, Harry. I was actually a little impressed.
“I don’t think I want to kill him.”
“He’s a pig, man. All pigs should die.”
“I don’t know.”
“Would he kill you, if he had the chance?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve got to take this guy out.”
“But he’s my friend.”
Harry’s laughter made the speakers shake.
“Do all your friends want to kill you?”
“No. Most of my friends are dead.”
Benedict snorted. “There’s a shock.”
“Well, maybe you and me can make this one dead too, Derrick.”
“I don’t know.”
“Your call, man. I’ll tell you something, though – if this guy’s a cop, and you think you’re safe in here, you’re crazy.”
“He’s not from this station.”
“Don’t matter. He can still get to you. Sneak in when you’re sleeping, stick you a few times, and then blame it on one of the convicts. Or put something in your food. Or pay one of the other cons to do it. There’s a million ways.”
“Jesus.”
“You could maybe ask to go into protective custody, but that’s even worse. Then he’d have a shot at you when you’re alone. You should let me take the porker out.”
Another long pause.
“I can’t.”
“I could do it for twenty grand. You got twenty grand?”
“Yes.”
“Groovy. Let me whack the guy. Tell the cops he forced you to help him, and they’ll let you go. You could be back at work and getting it on with dear, departed Aunt Sally in a day or two.”
“I can’t.”
“Whatever, man. You’re the one who’s go
There was no talking for over a minute. Only Rushlo’s off-key humming.
“What if… what if I said yes?”
“Half the money up front, the other half when it’s over.”
“How?”
“Cash. You talk to your lawyer, have him deliver it to me.”
“And what if you can’t do it?”
“I can do it. Trust me.”
“He’s a big guy.”
“Size don’t matter if you aim for the head. What’s the pig’s name?”
I noticed I was holding my breath.
“Hey man, if you want me to kill the guy, I got to know his name.”
“It’s Barry.”
Herb and I looked at each other. There was only one Barry we knew on the job. I tried to make it fit, to picture the cop on my team as the one responsible for these atrocities.
“Barry what? Barry Houdini? Barry Flintstone? Barry Manilow? You gotta give me more than that.”
Fuller had access to my office, and to Colin Andrews’s phone. Fuller was angry I passed him over for promotion. Fuller kept butting into this investigation, offering to help.
“I don’t want to say any more. I can’t say any more. I’m sorry.”
“You already said too much, you little squealer.” McGlade’s tone had become harsh, menacing. “Barry knew you’d try something. He sent me to take care of you.”
Rushlo made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a yelp.
“Leave me alone!”
“Barry can’t afford to keep you around.”
“I’m sorry! Tell him I’m sorry!”
“Tell who you’re sorry?”
“Fuller! Tell him I’d never betray him.”
“Get him out of there,” I told Herb, the phone already in my hand. We needed to find Barry Fuller, fast.
Before anyone else died.
CHAPTER 18
Barry Fuller cruises Irving Park Road. He’s off duty, dressed in civvies and driving his SUV.
His headache is explosive.
The morning began on a bad note. Holly, his bitch of a wife, had some stupid complaint about the living room curtains. He told her, several times, to buy new curtains if she hated these, but she couldn’t shut her goddamn mouth and kept yapping and yapping and finally he had to leave because if he didn’t he would have gutted her right there.
He needs a substitute, fast. Normally, he’d drop in the station and use the computer to locate a neighborhood hooker. But the pain is so bad he’s practically blind with it, and he needs relief ASAP.
Luckily, the streets are littered with disposables.
He tails a jogger for a block. Blonde, nice ass. She blends into the crowd, and he loses her.
Another woman. Business suit. High heels. He idles alongside, visualizing how to grab her. She walks into a coffee shop.
Fuller fidgets in his seat, sweating even though the air is cranked to the max. He turns down an alley, searching, sca
Finding.
She’s walking out the rear door to her apartment building. Twenty-something, wearing flip-flops and a large T-shirt over bikini bottoms, a towel on her shoulder. Pla
He guns the engine and hits her from behind.