“If it’s not Satans Wrath, it has to be somebody you know! Who is it, Jack?”
“I don’t know.”
“Bullshit! I know you. What have you done?”
chapter two
What have I done! The words echoed in Jack’s head as he walked back to where Danny and Lance were standing. He told Danny what CC had told him, while staring at Lance for his reaction. He didn’t have to wait long.
“Jesus Christ! It wasn’t us! I’d have known!”
Neither Jack nor Danny replied.
“Maybe some stupid fuckers connected to the lower end of the labs. We’ll whack ’em ourselves if it was.”
“I believe you,” said Jack. “Do some digging. If it was meant for me, find out who is behind it!”
“Maybe Bishop is behind it,” offered Lance. “I know he left the country, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t come back or isn’t pulling the strings from someplace else.”
“It’s not Bishop,” said Jack.
“You can’t be sure. Just because —”
“I’m sure,” said Jack firmly. He gave Lance a look that meant there was no doubt about the words he spoke.
Lance had seen that look a few times before. It had been given by men he knew in Satans Wrath. It conveyed a message that could not be said aloud.
Jack and Danny watched Lance leave before heading back to their car. “What do you think?” asked Danny. “You sure it’s not Bishop?”
“Satans Wrath wouldn’t make a mistake like that. I bet when CC digs a little deeper she’ll find out the guy owed money for drugs or gambling or something.”
“We going to call it a night?”
“I was going to drop in on Lucy at the lab. Tell her I appreciate all the extra hours she’s putting in. I heard she already found speed residue on the money that was seized from Silent Sam’s pockets.”
“Let me do that. With what just happened, maybe you should get home to Natasha.”
Jack hurried inside the office as soon as Danny dropped him off and placed a quick call to Natasha. She was concerned but accepted his explanation that he thought it was a coincidence.
“I’ve only been married to you for five months,” she said. “You better not be coming home with any bullet holes in you!”
“Hey, you’re a doctor. You could patch me up.” Her silence told Jack that levity was not an option. “If, by some remote chance, it wasn’t a coincidence, it had to be a moron to make a mistake like this. We’ll find out who did it. In the meantime, make sure nobody pulls into the underground parking behind you. Check the camera before buzzing anybody in.”
“You on your way home?”
“I’m going to drop by B.C. Children’s. Meet the victim’s wife. See if I can get a feel for all this. If her husband is dirty, she’ll know.”
“Jack...”
“What is it?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Jack made his inquiries at the hospital. Charlie Taggart, barely a year old, was in critical condition in the operating room. His mom and sister were both in a private room talking with a hospital counsellor.
The room was not difficult to locate. Jack could hear the crying and sobbing from within. He stood outside and waited. Even if the guy was dirty, listening to this is bloody awful. He decided to stroll down the hallway.
Eventually, Holly, with Jenny wrapped under one arm, left the room. She anxiously glanced at a doctor who approached, but he continued past. She could have stayed in the room with the counsellor but thought it would delay news of her son. Jack watched as she nervously stood in the corridor. When she noticed Jack approaching, she pulled Jenny closer.
Her face ... she hasn’t a clue what is going on. Her eyes are as innocent as her little girl’s. This is somehow a terrible mistake. Her husband shouldn’t be in the morgue ... or Charlie on the operating table.
Jack’s brain screamed at him like two separate entities. They were ripped apart because of me! It’s me who should be in the morgue!
No! It can’t be. This is all a coincidence ... nothing to do with me.
Jack didn’t give his name to Holly but showed her his badge while introducing himself as a member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. He ushered Holly and Jenny to a waiting area and gently asked for the details of what happened.
Holly’s response was in a monotone as she stared past Jack down the hall. She had told the other officer everything, she said. She opened her purse and handed Jack a business card. Integrated Homicide Investigation Team — Cpl. Connie Crane. Jack gave her the card back.
“I’ll talk with Connie,” said Jack.
“Are you a policeman?” asked Jenny.
“Yes,” replied Jack. He tried to smile at the child but felt awkward to be smiling in front of Holly.
“My name’s Jenny. What’s your name?”
“I should be going,” said Jack, looking at Holly. He stood up.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” said Holly.
Jack took a deep breath and then let it out as he sat down again. “My name is Jack Taggart.”
Holly shook her head and said, “No, I asked you what your name is.”
Jack swallowed, and then explained that Jack Taggart was his name, too.
“That’s my daddy’s name,” said Jenny. “That’s funny!” She laughed and then said, “Isn’t that funny, Mommy?”
Jack looked at Holly and said, “I don’t work on Homicide. I work on an intelligence section dealing with organized crime. Corporal Crane called me to tell me about your husband. She thinks he may have been murdered as a result of mistaken identity.”
“Oh,” Holly said, and then stared past him down the hall. Jack wrote his own phone numbers down for her, including his cell, his office, and his home phones.
“If there is anything, anything at all, that I can do for you. Please ... please call me.”
Holly nodded and gave a perfunctory smile before slipping the information into her purse.
Jack saw the counsellor watching from across the hall and spoke with her as he was leaving.
“I’m
