“Yeah? Got nowhere else to go. Just lost my job. An hour ago I could’ve got you a good deal on a ’94 Buick. But not now.”
“I can’t afford a car.”
He felt more comfortable when the waitress returned with his drink and gave him a friendly smile. He opened his wallet and gave her a generous tip. More generous, he thought, than someone like her deserved.
He didn’t see the waitress eyeball the money in his wallet — or the subtle nod she gave to some junkies at the next table.
Jack looked at the dope in Spider’s hand and shook his head. “Not worth my while. As I said, I’m in the business too. I’m lookin’ for an ounce. If it’s good, I’ll be lookin’ for a lot more.”
“You want a fuckin’ ounce just like that! I said I got everything man, but I’m not a fuckin’ warehouse!” Spider gave Jack a hard look and said, “I smell a cop!”
“What do ya mean, ya smell a cop?” asked Jack.
Spider looked past Jack and said, “Sittin’ by himself over there.”
Jack turned slightly in his chair and saw Danny sitting at a nearby table. Damn it! If he blows this… He looked at Spider and said, “That guy looks too straight to be a cop.”
“Maybe.”
“Listen, I’m here to do business.” As Jack spoke, he slowly pulled a wad of cash partway out of his front pocket and then shoved it back in.
Spider sat back in his chair. Jack could see him trying to make a decision. Having seen the money, greed would take over. The waitress came and Jack held up one finger.
Danny toyed with his drink and checked his watch. About time to call Wigmore. He saw Jack order another beer and knew that he had time to slip into the lobby and make a call.
Spider saw Danny walk to the lobby, then asked Jack, “So, you want an ounce?”
“Yeah, for now.”
“What makes you think I want the competition?”
“Relax. I’m puttin’ out far away from here.”
Spider mulled it over, then said, “Okay. Wait here.”
Jack watched Spider slink over to the next table and talk with a woman. She was big and solid-looking but had no fat. She wore a man’s singlet white under-shirt that looked grey. It was stretched tightly over her bare chest. Her black jeans and knee-high leather boots gave her a certain air of hostility. She had long red hair, but judging by the black roots, Jack knew it had been a long time since she had last bothered to dye it. She had “HD” tattooed on one arm and “Live to Ride” tattooed on the other. A tattoo of a rose was visible on the top of her breast.
She gave Jack a long cold stare, then whispered to Spider.
“Fuck, Red, I talked to ’im. He’s all right, I tell ya!” Jack heard Spider reply.
Moments later, Spider returned. “Go to the can and wait!”
Jack entered the men’s room and stood by the sink. He glanced at the graffiti covering the wall. Much of it was obliterated with grime. Seconds later, Spider and two junkies entered, and Jack barely had time to look up before the junkies grabbed him by the arms, smashing him back against the wall.
“Hey! What the fuck are —”
Spider clamped his hand over Jack’s mouth and said, “Shut your fuckin’ trap! This ain’t a rip. We’re goin’ to have a little look-see is all.”
His hand tasted and smelled of smoke and stale beer. He took his hand away and ripped Jack’s shirtsleeve back as one of the junkies pinned his wrist to the wall. Spider took a syringe out of his jacket pocket. The syringe was filled to capacity, and Spider hovered the silver tip of the needle over a vein in Jack’s elbow. A drop of murky liquid dangled from the tip.
“Don’t fuckin’ move, man!” hissed Spider. “Don’t even try an’ breathe! ’Cause if you do, we’ll spike you right now. And there’s enough in this rig to kill an elephant, let alone a pig!”
Danny checked to make sure the lobby was empty, then he called Wigmore.
“You think he’s trying to buy dope where?” Wigmore asked.
Danny repeated the name. “The Black Water Hotel. On a street called East Hastings.”
“Bingo! I spoke with GIS today. They said that some drug found in an alley off East Hastings matched the same drug found at the murder scene. I knew Taggart would get involved. I might recommend he be charged with obstruction!”
“Sir? What should I do?”
“Continue to play along. Give him some more time, or I should say rope, to hang himself. Make sure you make notes that he went in there alone and left his gun in the car.”
“Already done, sir.” Danny hung up the phone and let out a deep breath. He realized that he had a headache. He made another call.
“Hi, honey! You on your way home?” Susan held the telephone with the crook of her neck as she placed some family pictures on the dresser in her bedroom. A portrait of Danny in his red tunic looked particularly handsome.
“Sorry, babe, not yet. I’m stuck in some fleabag of a bar watching my new partner drink beer and chat with some hooker.”
“What are you doing in a place like that?”
“Good question. Everyone in here is a degenerate. My so-called partner seems to be having fun. How’s Tiffany?”
“She’s asleep. Listen, I got the bed put together, but can’t find the nuts to the bolts.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got my own nuts.”
Susan snickered and then said, “But what about me? I don’t have any.”
“You can use mine whenever you want. Don’t wait up. Love ya!”
Spider didn’t take his eyes off Jack as he put the syringe down on the edge of the sink before searching him. He started at Jack’s neck and worked his way down to his feet. He took his time and wasn’t bashful. He found a hunting knife tucked in the top of Jack’s boot.
Spider pulled out the knife. “What’s this?”
“I ain’t in the business of lettin’ people rip me off!”
Spider smiled, then looked at his two companions and said, “Okay, let ’im go.”
“So what the hell was that all about?” said Jack in a voice he hoped sounded convincing.
“Just makin’ sure you’re not the heat.”
“This is fuckin’ bullshit, man! I’m no more the heat than you are!”
“Yeah, well, it pays
