ease, and because of the drugs and adrenaline in his blood, he
wanted to—but he didn’t. He let his body go limp as the men from
internal affairs handcuffed him.
CHAPTER 22
Bradley sat in the back of his limo as his
driver made his way around Columbus Circle, passing Central Park.
They headed up the west side and then pulled over in front of a big
Gothic style stone church.
Another limo pulled up in front of Bradley’s
limo and stopped. David and another man got out of that limo and
got into the back of Bradley’s limo. David’s bodyguard sat up front
with Bradley’s driver.
Bradley knew the man with David, and he didn’t
like him. Wayne Norman, director of security for the American
division of Yates Pharmaceuticals. Wayne was short, but wide, like
a Pitbull. He was an ex-marine, but looked more like an SS officer
with his blue eyes, blond hair, and blond mustache.
Wayne shook Bradley’s hand. “Hello,
Bedford.”
Bradley even hated the fact that Wayne called
him by his last name. He nodded and said, “Hello,
Wayne.”
David rolled down the divider and told the
driver to drive. When the car started moving, David rolled the
divider back up.
The bruises and cuts on Bradley’s face were
almost healed, but there was still a trace.
Wayne said, “Hey, Bedford, I heard that guy
fucked up your face with a glass of diet soda.” He laughed. “Not
even regular soda.”
“We can’t all be tough guys like
you.”
David said, “Don’t even think about getting
started. We have important business to discuss.”
Bradley poured himself a scotch on the
rocks.
Wayne took a bottle of water from the
mini-refrigerator.
David said, “I have to fly to Asia for a couple
days to try and smooth things over with the president of Tam Guk
Van. If we lose those contracts, we’re all fucked.”
Wayne said, “As far as I can see, there is only
one solution.”
Bradley said, “Let me guess. You want to kill
everybody.”
“Not everybody. Only Mr. Carson and officer
Martello.”
Bradley chuckled. “Only two? Are you becoming a
pacifist in your old age? A little bit of a bitch,
maybe?”
“Anytime you wanna dance, nigger
boy.”
David yelled, “Damn you two! Can’t you stop
acting like children for one fucking day?”
Bradley wanted to smash his glass against
Wayne’s face the same way Richie had done to him, but he didn’t.
Not because he knew Wayne could easily kill him, but because the
man wasn’t worth Bradley throwing away his whole career
for.
CHAPTER 23
It had been three nights since Richie’s arrest.
He’d been in jail twice as a young man, once for a week in New
York, and a second time for sixty days in New Jersey. He knew how
to act around criminals, and his size kept most people away, but he
still couldn’t remove the pain of missing his family.
Dinner was over and Richie was in the TV room
with everyone else. He watched the screen, but had no idea what was
going on. He was looking forward to Gail coming to see him. He
checked the clock and hoped she wasn’t late, they didn’t give much
visiting time after dinner.
It was only about a half hour, but it felt like
longer to Richie. A guard called him and told him to go to the
visitor’s area.
It was a Tuesday night, so the place wasn’t
packed.
As soon as Richie sat down and looked at his
wife, she let the phone drop from her ear and began to
sob.
He wanted to do the same, but there was no way
he could do that, especially not now in jail. He picked up his
phone, waited for her to pick up hers, then asked, “Where’s the
kids?”
Gail wiped her nose with a tissue. “With my
mother. I couldn’t let them see this place.”
Richie wanted to see his kids, but he knew Gail
was right.
On his way to get Lu, Richie knew he was doing
the right thing, but now, sitting here in jail, looking at his wife
through a sheet of bulletproof glass, he was beginning to doubt
himself.
CHAPTER 24
Joe had spent Monday and Tuesday in a
wanted to—but he didn’t. He let his body go limp as the men from
internal affairs handcuffed him.
CHAPTER 22
Bradley sat in the back of his limo as his
driver made his way around Columbus Circle, passing Central Park.
They headed up the west side and then pulled over in front of a big
Gothic style stone church.
Another limo pulled up in front of Bradley’s
limo and stopped. David and another man got out of that limo and
got into the back of Bradley’s limo. David’s bodyguard sat up front
with Bradley’s driver.
Bradley knew the man with David, and he didn’t
like him. Wayne Norman, director of security for the American
division of Yates Pharmaceuticals. Wayne was short, but wide, like
a Pitbull. He was an ex-marine, but looked more like an SS officer
with his blue eyes, blond hair, and blond mustache.
Wayne shook Bradley’s hand. “Hello,
Bedford.”
Bradley even hated the fact that Wayne called
him by his last name. He nodded and said, “Hello,
Wayne.”
David rolled down the divider and told the
driver to drive. When the car started moving, David rolled the
divider back up.
The bruises and cuts on Bradley’s face were
almost healed, but there was still a trace.
Wayne said, “Hey, Bedford, I heard that guy
fucked up your face with a glass of diet soda.” He laughed. “Not
even regular soda.”
“We can’t all be tough guys like
you.”
David said, “Don’t even think about getting
started. We have important business to discuss.”
Bradley poured himself a scotch on the
rocks.
Wayne took a bottle of water from the
mini-refrigerator.
David said, “I have to fly to Asia for a couple
days to try and smooth things over with the president of Tam Guk
Van. If we lose those contracts, we’re all fucked.”
Wayne said, “As far as I can see, there is only
one solution.”
Bradley said, “Let me guess. You want to kill
everybody.”
“Not everybody. Only Mr. Carson and officer
Martello.”
Bradley chuckled. “Only two? Are you becoming a
pacifist in your old age? A little bit of a bitch,
maybe?”
“Anytime you wanna dance, nigger
boy.”
David yelled, “Damn you two! Can’t you stop
acting like children for one fucking day?”
Bradley wanted to smash his glass against
Wayne’s face the same way Richie had done to him, but he didn’t.
Not because he knew Wayne could easily kill him, but because the
man wasn’t worth Bradley throwing away his whole career
for.
CHAPTER 23
It had been three nights since Richie’s arrest.
He’d been in jail twice as a young man, once for a week in New
York, and a second time for sixty days in New Jersey. He knew how
to act around criminals, and his size kept most people away, but he
still couldn’t remove the pain of missing his family.
Dinner was over and Richie was in the TV room
with everyone else. He watched the screen, but had no idea what was
going on. He was looking forward to Gail coming to see him. He
checked the clock and hoped she wasn’t late, they didn’t give much
visiting time after dinner.
It was only about a half hour, but it felt like
longer to Richie. A guard called him and told him to go to the
visitor’s area.
It was a Tuesday night, so the place wasn’t
packed.
As soon as Richie sat down and looked at his
wife, she let the phone drop from her ear and began to
sob.
He wanted to do the same, but there was no way
he could do that, especially not now in jail. He picked up his
phone, waited for her to pick up hers, then asked, “Where’s the
kids?”
Gail wiped her nose with a tissue. “With my
mother. I couldn’t let them see this place.”
Richie wanted to see his kids, but he knew Gail
was right.
On his way to get Lu, Richie knew he was doing
the right thing, but now, sitting here in jail, looking at his wife
through a sheet of bulletproof glass, he was beginning to doubt
himself.
CHAPTER 24
Joe had spent Monday and Tuesday in a
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