chapter seventeen
Jack met CC in the I-HIT office and said, “Check this number out. I got it off my phone bill. It’s the number the Brit called me from when I was at the funeral.”
“Good work!” replied CC. Her enthusiasm was cut short moments later when she discovered that the number belonged to a cellphone that had been reported lost or stolen. The owner was elderly and had no criminal history.
“Too much to ask for, I guess,” replied Jack. “Show me the video.”
Jack and CC then watched the video of the funeral. He saw himself walking away from the service and then answering his phone. They both studied the crowd but there was no indication of anyone calling him.
“I received two calls,” said Jack. “Keep watching.”
The video remained focused on those who were leaving and it became evident that the second call Jack received was not on film.
“Damn it,” said CC.
“I remember a green van pulling out from the curb and cutting off someone in traffic about the time Susan invited me. The driver’s window was open. You must have recorded plates.”
“We did. Nothing really stood out. Nobody with a record for violence, but a green van sounds familiar. Hang on.”
A moment later, Jack saw where a pan of the camera had captured the back of the green van parked on the road outside the cemetery. The driver had his head out the window and was looking toward the service. He looked dark, perhaps Indonesian.
“The plates ... did you run them?”
CC froze the frame and zoomed in for a close up. “No, I’ll show you. Too muddy. The last two numbers, one might be a three, maybe an eight, but we couldn’t make it out.”
“The rest of the van isn’t muddy,” muttered Jack. “That was done on purpose. Run it under all combinations. See if one of them matches.”
Several minutes later, Jack and CC received the information. None of the numbers matched a green van, but one of the numbers did match a stolen plate.
“That’s him!” said Jack. “He was there when Susan invited me!”
“Lousy picture,” commented CC. “Just his profile. Pretty grainy when I zoom in any further.”
“There’s something about this guy...”
“He look familiar?”
“No, but let me think. There’s something else ... Elvis!”
“What?”
“Elvis, from Anti-Corruption! He was doing some work for me recently. Said he heard a guy with a British accent speaking to a lawyer who works on retainer for Satans Wrath. Described him as maybe being Indo.”
“That’s incredible!” CC’s mouth dropped open as she stared at Jack.
Jack frowned and said, “Not that incredible. Elvis saw the guy but didn’t identify him.”
“I don’t mean that! I mean the part you said about ACU working for you!”
Jack surprised himself by laughing. Too much stress, not enough sleep. Still, it felt good. He dialled his cell and felt relieved when his call was answered.
“Laura, it’s Jack. I need —”
“Forget it, Jack! Not tonight. Operators are not standing by. Stall it or get someone else. Elvis and I are celebrating our fifth wedding anniversary.”
“Not you, Laura. Elvis. I need to speak to him. It’s about what happened to Danny and his family this afternoon.”
“Your partner? O’Reilly? What happened?”
“Put Elvis on. He can tell you later.”
Less than an hour later, Elvis confirmed that the man in the green van was the same man who had met Lawrence Leitch in the park and had been shown the bogus report given to Molen.
“What bogus report?” demanded CC.
Jack explained how Molen was supplying information to Satans Wrath through Leitch’s secretary.
“So she gave it to Leitch, who then showed it to this guy in the park?” asked CC.
“Exactly,” said Jack.
“Maybe we should bring Molen in and grill him,” Elvis suggested.
Jack shook his head. “I don’t think Molen knows him. I’m not sure Satans Wrath even knows who it is. My guess is that Leitch is playing both sides of the fence. Working for the Indos and the bikers. You bring Molen in and that might just spook everybody.”
“Another fake report then?” suggested CC.
Jack and Elvis exchanged glances, and then Elvis said, “We already did that, but I think Molen burned us. I’m not sure another one would work.”
“Sounds like you don’t have anything to lose by trying,” said CC. “I want this guy bad. What he did to...” She stopped as she thought of Susan’s horror. She felt her body begin to tremble and knew she couldn’t articulate that subject without losing control. If I’m going to cry, it won’t be in front of these two guys!
CC gave Jack what she hoped was a tough and angry look. He looked back and slowly squeezed his eyes shut and opened them. He’s telling me he feels like crying too. CC felt slightly embarrassed. He’s a man and not afraid to reveal his emotions in front of me, and here I am a woman and trying to act tough. What the hell has happened to this world?
“Guess you’re right,” said Elvis, staring at the video. “This is Friday, so we’ve got the weekend to come up with another report. If Molen has burned us, it won’t take long to find out.”
“The one who knows is Leitch,” said CC. “How about doing surveillance on him and hope he leads us to the Brit?”
“That’s part of the problem,” explained Elvis. “Last time when we gave Molen the dummy report, he acted kinky. Later we saw Leitch just BlackBerry a message and then burn the report. I don’t think these two will get together any time soon. Also, Leitch is a lawyer, so good luck on trying to get a wiretap.”
“CC is right,” said Jack. “Leitch is the key.”
“He’s one key,” said Elvis. “How about Satans Wrath? What’s the head honcho’s name?”
“Damien,” replied Jack.
“Do you seriously believe, with all the lawyers in this city, that it is just a coincidence that Satans Wrath and the Brit use the same lawyer?” asked Elvis. “Come on! That’s who ultimately got the report from Leitch. He has to know what is going on.”
“I agree there’s some connection,” said Jack,
