Danny had become a changed man since working with Jack. His understanding of right and wrong was now a tangled mess. Jack had brought him into a world where the rules were different and the laws of society were held in contempt. A world where the strong murder the weak. To survive, you have to be strong. If you’re not strong, you die ... or someone you love dies. Jack had survived for a long time. Danny hoped he would too.
Lance nodded as they approached, then said, “Got some news for ya that ought to make ya happy. Our chapter had our elections. I made it. You’re now lookin’ at the new president of the west-side chapter.”
“Excellent,” said Jack, giving him a thumbs-up. “Way to go. Next thing you know you’ll be national president.”
“Not a chance,” chuckled Lance. “I know my limitations. Damien is a lot smarter than I am. I don’t know anybody that could replace him and do as good a job, including the guys back east.”
“How did it go with us taking down the labs today? Any heat?”
“No heat, but you screwed up. You missed two of ’em.”
“We tried. I think they were tipped.”
“Warned ya. Told ya you had a narc talkin’ to the club.”
“Would be nice if you found out who. We had over sixty cops involved.”
“You two go to all seven places yourselves?”
“No, Danny and I just coordinated and sat back. My name is on all the search warrants for providing the information, but we try to keep out of court as much as possible.”
“Heard on the news you arrested thirteen. Word is you got Petro.”
“He received the money. Case on him is weak but we charged him anyway.”
“Serves him right. He should have stuck to arson. That’s his specialty.”
“Explains the nickname. We also nailed a striker. He collected the coin from the labs and gave it to Petro.”
“Silent Sam?”
“Yes. Charges on him should stick.”
Lance nodded.
“You’ve been doing well,” continued Jack. “Still no problems with that ship being taken down in San Diego?”
“Not a bit. Your buddy in the DEA did it right. What with all the security for terrorism these days, everybody figures the cops in the U.S. just got lucky.”
“I told you he would protect you. I wouldn’t have used him if I didn’t trust him.”
“Yeah, well, I guess you were right.”
“You told us that Damien fronted half the money for that shipment — $3 million U.S. He must be a little agitated.”
“He did get a lot of heat from the club until Carlos said he would eat the loss. Carlos says the money has been applied to the second shipment. Everyone is okay with Damien now.”
“A metric tonne of cocaine is a lot to eat,” added Jack.
Lance shrugged. “Not for Carlos. He runs one of the biggest cartels Colombia has. He’s sending two more ships our way. Our deposit was just applied to the second ship. We pay the other half when it gets here. Then we get a couple of weeks to pay another $3 mil for the third ship and the rest on delivery. This time the ships are coming direct to Vancouver. A place where we got some control of the docks. Might be a bit dicier for me then, as I’ll be in charge of the initial warehousing.”
“We’ll look after you. I’d let the coke go rather than burn you.”
“Yeah, I know that. I trust ya.”
“I want to nail Damien, though.”
“Forget it. He won’t be anywhere near the action.”
“I don’t care!” said Jack, trying to control his anger. “He’s still pulling the strings.”
The tone of Jack’s voice did not go unnoticed by either Lance or Danny.
Lance frowned and said, “A lot is happening in the club now. Damien seems more obsessed with what the Indos are up to. Now that I’m prez, I’ll be in the know a lot more.”
“It’s great what took place today,” said Danny. “You did good!”
“That you did,” added Jack. “I’m pleased. A tonne of coke three weeks ago and five labs today. We make one hell of a good team.”
“Don’t know if being drafted makes me a good team member or not. I’ll just be glad when I’ve paid my dues and am finished with all this.”
“You figure out a way for us to take down these other two ships and I’ll say we’re even. Might even buy you a gold watch as a retirement gift.”
“Forget it! Not if it’s got ‘For loyal service to the RCMP’ stamped on the back of it! Besides, as I said, I’ll be in the middle of things. I’d rather follow through on our agreement and work for you for another four and a half years.” Lance gestured to the tombstones and added, “That would be better than retiring early and ending up in here.”
Jack’s cellphone vibrated and he answered it. It was Connie Crane. Connie had once worked for the Homicide Section in the Major Crimes Unit. Now the homicide sections from the B.C. lower mainland, with the exception of Vancouver and Delta, had combined into what was known as the Integrated Homicide Investigation Team, or I-HIT, as it was commonly called.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of a call from IHIT?” asked Jack. He heard Connie’s sigh.
“Just called to let you know that I think there was a consequence to you taking down all those biker labs today,” she said.
“What’s that?”
“You were just murdered!”
“What are you talking about?” Jack let out a chuckle and added, “I might have one foot on a grave right now, but I assure you, any rumours of my death are premature.”
“I’m at a homicide in Surrey. Looks like two professional hitters. Silencers used along with motorcycles for their escape. Shot a guy through the heart and then through the head. Also wounded his infant son, who is in critical condition at B.C. Children’s right now.”
“What’s it got to do with me?”
“The victim’s name was Jack Taggart.”
Jack gave Lance a hard stare as he continued to talk. “Maybe it’s a coincidence. Surrey, the guy is probably a —”
“He looks as pure as bottled water. No record. Not even a speeding ticket. Was about to graduate from UBC. Left a wife and two kids. If the little one survives, that is.”
“He was just a student?”
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