her chair so she could see that Tiffany was being held by a man who had his hand over her mouth.
None of the men had spoken a word except the one who grabbed her. His eyes were dark brown, maybe black, and he spoke with a British accent. She saw him nod at a man behind her, who then dragged her chair over and sat her facing her patio door.
Susan looked past their barbecue and at a metre-high above-ground pool that Danny had set up in the yard. The yard was well treed but Danny had built their fence extra high for even more privacy.
What do they want? Is it Danny? Are they waiting for him? She glanced at the clock on her oven. It was 3:ffl. An hour and forty-five minutes before Danny...
“Now then,” said the man with the British accent, bending over her. “I suppose you are wondering why we are doing this. The reason is rather simple, really. You have befriended a particular policeman who has taken it upon himself to bring an overzealous approach to his work. A chap by the name of Jack Taggart.”
He stared into her eyes. Susan stared back, too afraid to move.
“There is no use denying your friendship to this man. As I recall, you had him over for dinner not long ago. I believe you served him Yorkshire pudding. An excellent dish. Something I rather fancy myself.”
He motioned with his head and another man carried Tiffany into view. Her mouth was now taped, as were her hands behind her back. Her ankles were also bound. Susan wriggled and tried to shout through her own tape. The only sound she made was a murmur.
“Now, as punishment for your friendship with Officer Taggart, I have decided to kill one of your babies. You can decide which one!”
Danny kept his thoughts to himself until they returned to the office. Once they parked and got out of the car he couldn’t contain himself any longer.
“Damn it, Jack! He’s a party to murder! We can’t let him be doing this! Throwing out names for people to be murdered! This isn’t right!”
Jack leaned back against the car and folded his arms across his chest. “So what do you expect him to do? If he doesn’t act like one of the pack, it won’t take them long to figure out what’s going on. Then he’s dead.”
“Then maybe we should drop him as an informant!”
“What? You’ve got to be kidding! After all the work we went through just to turn him ... forget it! It’s our job to find out what is going on. You can’t send a poodle into a wolf pack. We need him. Next to Damien, he’s the most valuable source we could ever get.”
“And what’s it gotten us? You’ve seen The Toad’s file. He makes Damien look like a choir boy! We haven’t accomplished squat! All we’ve done is made things worse.”
“How is taking down boatloads of coke and costing the club $6 million making it worse?”
Danny didn’t reply, so Jack added, “This is still the beginning. We’re barely started. With our friend in the position he is in, we can really do some damage to these guys.”
“I don’t know,” said Danny. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” The anger had gone from his voice. He sounded tired and beaten.
“Things don’t always turn out the way you figure,” said Jack. “When you first start this job you envision yourself wearing a white Stetson and riding in to catch bad guys. You tend to think things are either black or white. That’s a fantasy. In real life, if you’re effective in this job and expect to survive, then your Stetson tends to get a little grey after awhile.”
“Yeah? Well I think your fucking cowboy hat has turned black!”
Jack was quiet for a moment, then said, “You’re tired ... I’m tired. It’s almost four. It’ll take you half an hour to get home. Go now and I’ll tidy up in the office. Spend some time with your family and get some rest. Let’s both just calm down and we can talk about it on Monday.”
Susan gasped and her eyes widened with terror when she saw a third man appear, holding Jimmy in his arms. She tried to scream but sucked saliva into her lungs and gagged and coughed as the tears streamed down her cheeks.
“I’m thinking that your little one would fit in your outside grill ... then again, I don’t know if I have a match. Hmm, let me think. Perhaps the pool? Yes! Perfect! Which baby do you choose? Tell me now ... or I will presume that you want them both killed.”
Susan continued to cry and shake her head.
“Oh, how silly of me. You can’t talk.” He took Tiffany from the other man’s arms and held her up and said, “Shall I drown this one? Or ... oh, I see by the way you are shaking your head that you’ve obviously chosen the little one.”
It was almost four o’clock when Susan watched the man carry Jimmy out into the backyard. He flipped up a corner of the pool’s blue plastic cover and turned and looked at her. Seconds later, she watched as he dropped Jimmy into the water. Briefly she saw the shape of his body wriggling at the bottom of the pool before disappearing from view. The man waved at her and then they all left.
chapter sixteen
“Hey, babe! I’m home.” Danny didn’t get a response but he heard a thumping sound coming from his kitchen. He entered and saw Susan, taped to a chair that was lying on its side. She was banging her head against the floor. Tiffany was taped to the pedestal of the kitchen table.
He drew his 9mm and rushed over to kneel by Susan. She stared up at him. He expected her eyes to look frantic. They didn’t. They looked glassy ... lifeless. He grabbed the telephone on the kitchen counter and dialled 911 while covering off the entrance to the kitchen with his pistol. He was conscious of Susan’s methodical banging of her head on the floor. Sorry, babe. Just a few more seconds ...Tiffany crying and squirming ... everything is going to be okay.
Danny gave quick instructions into the telephone, and then left it off the hook as he knelt beside Susan and peeled back the tape from her mouth.
“Jimmy!” she choked. “They killed our Jimmy!”
Caution disappeared in a flash as panic sent Danny racing across the kitchen toward Jimmy’s room.
“No!” cried Susan. “Outside,” she added softly. “They drowned him half an hour ago.”
Danny turned abruptly. He saw the blue cover on the pool flipped back and drooping over the edge.
Assistant Commissioner Isaac thought about the meeting he’d had a few minutes earlier. Inspector Crana was sharp. His position on the Vancouver RCMP Drug Section demanded it. Isaac brooded over what he had been told. No, the narcs hadn’t heard of any large influx of cocaine hitting the streets this week. It was the opposite. Many major players were pulling a disappearing act.
Inspector Crana had assured Isaac that he would tell his people to canvas all informants and sources to find out what was going on. He would also check with VPD to see if they had heard anything unusual.
Isaac was just putting on his raincoat to head home when Inspector Crana called.
“Sir,
