twenty-seven
Tasker knew it was a dream, but he went with it anyway. In his mind he was with an old girlfriend and she wanted him, not the satchel of cash he was accused of taking. Her dark, shapely legs were about to encircle him when, just like in real life, somebody pounded on his front door and ruined the moment. It took a couple of seconds for him to realize the rapping was real and he was still in his own bed, alone. He rolled to his right and looked at the alarm clock. Who would be pounding on his door at seven-fucking-thirty in the morning? Normally he’d be up and around, but his interview with Sami Al-Soud at MCC had kept him up late, as he and Sutter had contemplated, over a beer until nearly two in the morning, what the hell was going on with the case.
He sat up in bed and ran his hands through his sandy, short hair. He slipped on a pair of gym shorts that were lying on the ground and pulled an FSU T-shirt off the chair near his bedroom door. He padded through the town house, clearing his head as he went. Just as he reached the door, the pounding started again. He turned the knob, leaving the chain on, and peeked out the crack.
He let his eyes adjust to the sharp Florida daylight and said, “What the hell are you doing here? Is everything all right?”
His ex-wife, Donna, in jeans and a casual shirt, smiled back. “I just needed to see you.” She hesitated, then added, “You alone?”
“Yeah, sure. Come in.” He closed the door and unlatched it, then reopened it to let her walk in.
As she crossed the threshold, she said, “I’m sorry, bothering you like this, but I need to talk to someone. That’s not correct, I needed to talk to you.”
They sat on the couch. “You want something? Juice? I could try and make coffee.”
She smiled and shook her head.
“The girls are okay, otherwise you would have said something. Why aren’t you at work?”
“Called in sick. I left the house for here as soon as the girls were ready for early-morning activities at school.”
Now he just looked at her. It was a treat to be able to look at such a pretty girl up close, and without being self-conscious. That was one of Donna’s great charms; she was an unpretentious, natural beauty. No need for makeup; looked as good at seven-thirty in the morning as at seven-thirty in the evening. He waited for her to gather her thoughts.
“I was feeling lonely and missed you. Then last night I just couldn’t get you out of my mind.”
He waited for the “But.”
“So I took a chance and raced down here first thing.”
He smiled and felt a rush of emotion sweep over him. Then he checked back to reality. “What about Nicky Goldman?”
“We broke up.”
“I’m sorry.” He didn’t like lying but had managed to keep a straight face.
“So am I. He was sweet. But you were right-being sweet and nice doesn’t make you Mr. Right.”
“What does?”
She let loose with that brilliant smile. “A lot of things.” She reached over and pulled him to her for a long kiss. When she was done, she said, “So what do you want to do today?”
He stared at her for a moment. “What do you mean?”
“We have the day to hang out. What would you like to do with it?”
He paused, brushing a strand of blond hair from her face. “I didn’t know you were coming.”
“That’s why it’s called a surprise.”
“What I mean is, I didn’t take the day off.”
“You have such a flexible schedule I didn’t think it’d be a problem.”
“Usually that’s true, but we’re right in the middle of something that’s going morning to night until we’re done.”
“With no days off?”
“Not for a few days, anyway.”
She looked into his eyes. “It’s still work first, family second, isn’t it?”
“No. Absolutely not. It’s just that this is really important. I mean life-and-death important, and it’s basically my fault that we’re in it.”
A tear built up in her eye, then ran down her cheek.
He went to brush it away, but she caught his hand. “Is the redhead working with you?”
“Camy Parks? Yeah, her and half a dozen other cops.”
Donna stood quickly and turned to the front door. “I understand.”
“Donna, wait.”
She paused at the door.
“Please stay.”
“So we can spend the day together?”
“An hour, anyway.”
She opened the door and stepped out without a word.
Sutter sat at an FDLE conference table with Bill Tasker and his squad analyst, Jerry Ristin. Sutter had never been so impressed with a non-sworn member of a police agency as he was with this heavyset, raspy-voiced man. The guy treated them almost like they were students in a class, as he laid out his theories on what had happened on the case and what he’d found through his computer searches.
Clearly, the FBI had a tie to Daniel Wells and had not been completely truthful with the other law enforcement agencies involved in this case. Jerry couldn’t be specific, his job was to discover trends. Now he told the cops, whose job it was to get very specific.
The older man summed it up, saying, “Well, boys, it looks like you were hosed by the Bureau again. This is getting to be a habit. I woulda figured you’d catch on to their shenanigans by now.”
Sutter and Tasker just looked at each other.
Ristin shrugged. “Maybe next time.”
Tasker asked, “You got anything else?”
“Nope, not really.” He smiled and chuckled like a senior Christmas elf. “Don’t look so down, boys. The FBI has been fucking cops since before you were born. Don’t be embarrassed that you fell for it.” He paused. “Twice.” He paused again. “In two months.”
Sutter felt his blood pressure rise. “Wait a second. I wouldn’t call that shit with the money typical FBI bullshit. They don’t usually frame cops.”
Ristin smiled again. “Ah, the innocence of youth.”
Tasker said, “At least with Dooley and the money, I knew what was going on and why. This one has me more confused.”
Ristin said, “You mean the KKK surveillance?”
They both nodded.
“I don’t know why you were on that. But the fact that Wells had an FBI number in his phone book and was probably a snitch in the case against Al-Soud tells me that the Bureau has used him.”
Tasker said, “So he’s no threat now?”
“I didn’t say that. If he really wasn’t a threat, he’d go to the Bureau and lay low. If he had no reason to stay here, he’d be gone quicker than a doughnut at a Weight Watchers meeting.”
Tasker said, “We need one or two more pieces of the puzzle.”
Sutter said, “I know where we can find those pieces.”
“Where?”
“Jimmy Lail. He’s not as stupid as he acts.”
“How?”
Before he could answer, an intercom buzzed and a female voice said: “Bill, you have a visitor in the lobby.”
Tasker reached over and hit the button on the intercom. “Who is it?”
“She wouldn’t say.”
“Thanks, be right there.” Tasker looked at Sutter and said, “Had an issue with my ex-wife this morning. She may have come to her senses.”
“I gotta head over to the PD for a few minutes. I’ll follow you down and take care of my shit, then meet you at one at ATF.” He turned to Ristin. “Sir, you have done a great job. I appreciate it.”
Ristin smiled. “It’s a team effort to keep Billy out of trouble.”
“Ain’t that the truth.”
Heading down the stairs, Tasker said, “I like how you two bonded over my misfortune.”
“I say always find the bright side of a situation.”
Tasker smiled. “Let me introduce you to Donna real quick, then I’m gonna take an hour with her to make sure she’s okay.”
Sutter nodded as they reached the ground floor and headed through the double security doors. He looked into the lobby, curious as to what this ex-wife Tasker was always talking about looked like.