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wrong?”

      Laura leaned back in her chair and said, “Men! What is it with you guys? I was hoping you were different!”

      “How? What do you mean? We don’t have time to sit around the office. I’ll deal with it while you investigate.”

      “Not that. What you did in the last two days without me! Partners should work together. I want to catch the Brit, too. Hope he resists ... that would make it easy. But the point is, you went off and did all this stuff on your own while keeping me in the dark. If you don’t want me as a partner, then keep doing what you’re doing!”

      “It’s not that! It’s Elvis. I don’t want to jeopardize your marriage! How do you think he feels right now? Even if he wasn’t following me on Saturday, he —”

      “He wasn’t. He was home with me.”

      “Even so, ACU is a small office. He must know what’s going on.”

      “I’m sure he does.” Laura studied Jack’s face closely and added, “I’m not going to interfere with his job.”

      “Exactly. So now you know why I hesitate to put you in the middle.”

      “Asking me to do my job is not putting me in the middle. I do what I think is right — just like Elvis does.”

      “Would he think hiding The Toad’s body is right?”

      “Of course not, but that is not your concern. Let me deal with that. I’m still not sure if that was right either, but I did see your point. If you arrested anyone, you would have burned Lance and that much cash would never remain a secret.”

      “Please, never use his name.”

      “Sorry ... your friend. Speaking of which, I hope he’s not a good friend of yours.”

      Jack smiled and then replied, “He’s disposed of a few bodies, but I didn’t help.”

      “What’s his motive? Staying out of jail?”

      “He tried to murder me once ... thought I was a dope dealer ratting out to the cops.”

      “And you let him off the hook for that?”

      Jack nodded. “It was worth it. Now he’s president of the west-side chapter.”

      “Meaning you ... we ... have to dance around a lot of grey areas with him. At least we do if we want to know what is going on.”

      “Exactly.”

      “Little things, like hiding corpses and that.”

      Jack smiled. “Sounds like you’re a natural for this work.”

      Laura massaged her forehead with her hand and then looked across the room at the waitress and yelled, “Leisa! Another round, please!”

      It was late Monday night in Mexico when the RCMP liaison officer met with the police officer and showed him pictures of Jack and Natasha. Yes, he was positive it was them. There was absolutely no doubt.

      Communications in Third World countries are not up to the standards of other places on the planet, but the LO’s report would still arrive on Isaac’s desk before noon tomorrow.

      chapter twenty-nine

      Early Tuesday morning, Jack embraced Natasha warmly before reluctantly pulling away.

      “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “Everything will be okay.”

      Natasha used the cuff of her sleeve to wipe away her tears. “I’m scared,” she said.

      “I’ll call you as soon as I know anything. If you’re questioned, remember what happened.”

      “But details,” she said, “what if I’m asked about little things?”

      Jack faked a smile and said, “That’s where the tequila comes in. How can they expect you to remember anything about our honeymoon? Other than that I was the best lay you ever had!”

      Natasha smiled in spite of her fears. “You’re such a turkey!”

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      Jack arrived at work and listened to his voice mail. Louie had a doctor’s appointment and would not be in until later. He had barely put the phone down when he was approached by Staff Sergeant Legg from the Anti-Corruption Unit.

      “Come with me,” said Legg.

      “Why?” asked Jack. “I haven’t had my coffee yet.”

      “My instructions come from Isaac. Forget having coffee!”

      Jack was taken to an interrogation room consisting of a small table pressed against a wall and three chairs seated in a semicircle around the front of the table. Randy Otto was already in the room.

      “Bosses from I-HIT and Anti-Corruption,” said Jack. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

      “Take a seat,” said Randy.

      Jack grabbed a chair and swung it around, then sat facing over the back of the chair. Randy and Legg exchanged glances, then sat down facing him.

      “I take it you want me to assist you with something important?”

      “Drop the act,” said Legg. “You know why you’re here!”

      “Actually, I don’t,” replied Jack. “I did, however, spot one of your cars following my wife Saturday afternoon. Would you care to explain? Is she a Russian agent?”

      “Jack, this isn’t a game,” said Randy. “It’s serious. Isaac has taken a personal interest. Do yourself a favour — drop the comedy act.”

      “Sorry, Randy. Bad habit. I use humour to alleviate stress.”

      “Have you been meeting Damien?” asked Legg.

      “You know I have. He was with me in the park on Saturday when you followed Natasha.”

      Legg looked frustrated and said, “Just for the record. I wanted you to say it.”

      “Sorry. Yes is the answer.”

      “Why?” continued Legg.

      “It’s highly confidential.”

      “Believe me,” said Randy, “Isaac has given us full authority to hear about anything you’re involved in.”

      Jack nodded, looking pensive as he reflected upon this information. Then he answered, “I’m trying to turn him into an informant.”

      “Yeah, right,” said Legg sarcastically. “Why was your wife meeting him?”

      “She

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