fleeing, having been certain that a warrant for his arrest would be forthcoming. The video recordings of Campanelli, Williams and another officer proved that he had indeed fired his weapon with intent to kill. This resulted in the bail being revoked and the warrant issued, but once officers converged on the man’s home, he was not inside.
Jimmy Antony had somehow eluded the surveillance team and jumped bail.
Frank was to meet Williams in Vanek’s office in a few minutes, so he departed. As he reached the ground floor lobby, he could see that McKay and Old Bill were already sitting outside enjoying the morning air. Campanelli reached for his lighter and a cigarette, placing the latter in his mouth as he swung the door out of his way.
“Mornin’ to ya, young feller,” Luke called without turning to see who it was.
“Mornin’,” Campanelli returned as he lit his cigarette.
“Back to work, eh?”
“Yep.”
“Stay safe now,” McKay wished brightly but sincerely.
Frank gave his neighbor his two-fingered boy scout salute and took a few steps away toward his parking space. He stopped on a whim and turned back to him. “Say, Luke?”
“Yessir.”
“How are you at leaky sinks?”
“Aces. Got one?”
“I do.”
“Which?” Luke asked. Old Bill was as always, outwardly uninterested, though his eyes were steadily trained on Campanelli.
“Kitchen.”
“I’ll look in on her. Thankee for givin’ me sumpin’ ta do ta’day. Old Bill here was fidgety and ‘a gettin’ on my nerves.”
“I see that,” Frank said, though certain that he had not. “Thanks and have a good day.”
Luke gave a wave and Frank headed to his car. In moments, the cruiser had parked across the street and he entered the District One building, finding Williams loitering in the lobby.
“Good mornin’, Frank,” Marcus greeted with a faint smile.
“Mornin’,” the Captain returned. “Anything new on Antony?”
“Nope,” Williams said as he fell into step alongside his partner. “I’m hoping Vanek has something new.”
With a cursory knock, Frank opened the door and looked to the man behind the desk. Vanek was alone but on the telephone, which, as it was a secure line, meant that it was most likely a conversation with someone higher up. Campanelli was about to back out of the room when Dmitri waved him inside.
“Yes, sir,” Dmitri said into the phone as his two detectives sat down. “Well, the two men I’m entrusting this to have just stepped in.” The phone call ended quickly.
“Mornin’ Chief,” Campanelli and Williams greeted alike. It was returned somewhat gruffly, though Frank sensed that his boss’s annoyance was not with them.
“That was the mayor,” Dmitri began, “telling me that he wants this human trafficking network put out of business.”
“Of course,” Frank agreed as he lit up a cigarette.
“We all know that Jimmy Antony is one of Phil Ignatola’s men. That’s old news,” Vanek sat forward and waved his hand. “What’s new is that this is the first time we’ve been able to make the connection to someone of authority within the trafficking organization. I’m sure you’d both love to take Ignatola down.”
“Damn skippy, Chief,” Campanelli uttered and exhaled a
Jimmy Antony had somehow eluded the surveillance team and jumped bail.
Frank was to meet Williams in Vanek’s office in a few minutes, so he departed. As he reached the ground floor lobby, he could see that McKay and Old Bill were already sitting outside enjoying the morning air. Campanelli reached for his lighter and a cigarette, placing the latter in his mouth as he swung the door out of his way.
“Mornin’ to ya, young feller,” Luke called without turning to see who it was.
“Mornin’,” Campanelli returned as he lit his cigarette.
“Back to work, eh?”
“Yep.”
“Stay safe now,” McKay wished brightly but sincerely.
Frank gave his neighbor his two-fingered boy scout salute and took a few steps away toward his parking space. He stopped on a whim and turned back to him. “Say, Luke?”
“Yessir.”
“How are you at leaky sinks?”
“Aces. Got one?”
“I do.”
“Which?” Luke asked. Old Bill was as always, outwardly uninterested, though his eyes were steadily trained on Campanelli.
“Kitchen.”
“I’ll look in on her. Thankee for givin’ me sumpin’ ta do ta’day. Old Bill here was fidgety and ‘a gettin’ on my nerves.”
“I see that,” Frank said, though certain that he had not. “Thanks and have a good day.”
Luke gave a wave and Frank headed to his car. In moments, the cruiser had parked across the street and he entered the District One building, finding Williams loitering in the lobby.
“Good mornin’, Frank,” Marcus greeted with a faint smile.
“Mornin’,” the Captain returned. “Anything new on Antony?”
“Nope,” Williams said as he fell into step alongside his partner. “I’m hoping Vanek has something new.”
With a cursory knock, Frank opened the door and looked to the man behind the desk. Vanek was alone but on the telephone, which, as it was a secure line, meant that it was most likely a conversation with someone higher up. Campanelli was about to back out of the room when Dmitri waved him inside.
“Yes, sir,” Dmitri said into the phone as his two detectives sat down. “Well, the two men I’m entrusting this to have just stepped in.” The phone call ended quickly.
“Mornin’ Chief,” Campanelli and Williams greeted alike. It was returned somewhat gruffly, though Frank sensed that his boss’s annoyance was not with them.
“That was the mayor,” Dmitri began, “telling me that he wants this human trafficking network put out of business.”
“Of course,” Frank agreed as he lit up a cigarette.
“We all know that Jimmy Antony is one of Phil Ignatola’s men. That’s old news,” Vanek sat forward and waved his hand. “What’s new is that this is the first time we’ve been able to make the connection to someone of authority within the trafficking organization. I’m sure you’d both love to take Ignatola down.”
“Damn skippy, Chief,” Campanelli uttered and exhaled a
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