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of specimen. When he mentioned that he knew me, Natasha told me about it. I didn’t like the idea of him meeting my wife alone. I made him hand the specimen over to her when I was around.”

      “What kind of specimen?”

      “You would have to ask my wife about that. She wouldn’t tell me. Doctor-client privilege was all she would say.”

      “You were seen looking in the cooler,” said Legg.

      Jack sighed, then said, “You’re right. I did.” He paused and said, “I know I’m in trouble.”

      Legg hid his satisfaction. He’s folding already.

      “Please don’t tell my wife,” continued Jack. “I was just curious. I think it was a stool sample, but I’m not sure. She’ll be mad as hell if she thinks I was snooping into her business.”

      Randy let out a soft chuckle, bringing him a glare from Legg.

      “I used the park as an excuse to talk to him while waiting for Natasha. It was a good opportunity to build trust and get him to confide in me.”

      “Bullshit!” said Legg. “You don’t turn the top guy of Satans Wrath! That’s who you want to nail! You turn informants to catch him!”

      Jack looked surprised, then said, “Oh! Is that how it’s supposed to work?” He pointed his finger at Legg and said, “Perhaps you would think that. Not coming from an intelligent background ... oops, Freudian slip ... I mean from an Intelligence background.” Jack paused when Randy frowned, then said, “Sorry. I do understand how you might think that.”

      “I think that because it’s true!” said Legg, harshly.

      “If it’s true, then why was I meeting with him?”

      “You’re working for him!”

      “Working for him?” said Jack, as his eyes widened. “I’m shocked that you would jump to that conclusion. Absolutely aghast! Mortified to think that you would accuse me of that! There is no way that —”

      Legg pounded his fist on the table and said, “Think I haven’t seen this routine before? Act surprised, show concern, deny, deny, deny!”

      Jack leaned back and slowly shook his head while staring down at the floor.

      “Think about it, Jack,” said Randy, “do you really expect us to believe that you could get the national president of Satans Wrath to turn on his own club?”

      “His own club? Damien would never do that!” said Jack.

      “Precisely!” said Legg.

      “It’s the Indos he’s concerned about,” said Jack. “I was suggesting to him that it’s in our mutual interest for the police to arrest them.”

      “That’s enough,” said Legg. “I tried to be good to you. Give you a chance to come clean. A chance to use your head and make yourself look a little better. Maybe even show some remorse. Hell, who knows? A murder beef could even be dropped down to manslaughter if you played your cards right.”

      “Murder? What on earth are you talking about?”

      “We’ve got a surprise for you,” retorted Legg. “Mexico! You’ve been identified! The LO left us a message. His report should be arriving any minute.”

      “I don’t understand,” said Jack.

      “Don’t you think we figured out that Damien told you where Bishop was hiding?” said Legg. “You killed Bishop while you were on your honeymoon. Now Damien owns you!”

      “You’re wrong! It was just a coincidence that I was in the country at all!”

      Legg ignored Jack’s denial as he continued, “And you show up at the motel on Saturday morning with a bullshit story that an informant told you about The Toad and a huge dope deal!”

      “Well, that part is true. I did go to the motel. What does that have to do with anything?”

      “Nothing with you is true! Who’s your informant? I need a name and an address now!” said Legg, sliding a writing pad across the table.

      “I don’t disclose the names of my informants!”

      “You will if you don’t want me to read you your rights and put you in jail now!”

      Jack glared at Legg for a moment, then grabbed the notepad and scribbled a name and address before tossing the pad into Legg’s lap.

      Legg looked at the name. “This is it? A first name and an apartment address? What’s the phone number?”

      “Doesn’t have one.” Jack looked at both men and said, “Check it out. Take CC from Homicide. She’ll verify it.”

      “Yeah? Well you can sit here until I do!” said Legg. He left Randy in the room with Jack and went to another room and called Connie Crane.

      “Don’t know anything about it,” said Connie. “If Jack thinks I’ll lie for him, he’s mistaken!”

      “Could it be an alias? Maybe somebody you used to deal with?” asked Legg.

      “Possible, but I’ve never handled a source with Jack. I’m kind of busy right now.”

      “Isaac wants this done now. Are you going to tell him you’re too busy?”

      Seconds later, Connie hurried from her office to meet Legg.

      Pussy Paul and Rellik arrived at Damien’s estate as ordered. It was raining and both men soon wished they had brought umbrellas. Damien was the only one who had one as they strolled along the manicured path that led past the koi pond in his backyard.

      “What did you find out?” Damien asked Pussy Paul.

      “He should be in court all day. Up until about four.”

      “Good,” replied Damien. “Meet him at the courthouse as soon as he’s finished. Tell him we have a new source in the prosecutor’s office. Tell him we know that the cops have a tap on him ... including payphones.”

      “The fucking pigs are buggin’ our lawyer?” said Rellik.

      “No,” replied Damien. “I think Leitch is two-timing us. He might be doing something with The Toad.”

      “The fucking Toad!” said Rellik. “I’ve still got guys at the bus depot.”

      “Cancel them, except for two. I doubt he’ll show, but if he does ... make sure he’s taken care of.”

      Rellik nodded.

      “It’s possible that Leitch is using a go-between. Some dark guy with a British accent. Bait him,” said Damien, directing his order at Pussy Paul. “Tell him our rat at the prosecutor’s read something to indicate it involved a meeting he had with the guy in a park. Then leave.”

      “Got

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