Ellington peered over at her partner. He looked pale.
“Dickie, what’s the matter?”
“He wants us to kill her,” Davis whispered. “He wants us to kill her and whoever’s with her. No witnesses.”
Ellington nodded. She had known what the deal was from the beginning. She knew that Gena’s death warrant had been signed the moment they all agreed to go after that money. Davis was green. “Dickie, are you okay on this?”
Davis nodded. He hadn’t bargained on having to kill anyone. He thought it would be just a matter of taking some drug money away from some undeserving little dope dealer’s wife and distributing it among police officers who truly deserved it. But murdering people over it, that was something else entirely. Would that make them worse than the drug dealers?
“What did Cleaver say?” Ellington asked.
“He said that there’s only one self-storage place along this highway that is open this late. That’s 4-U-Self Storage.”
“He give you an address?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, let’s go and get our fucking money,” Ellington said excitedly.
“Josh, it’s Steve over in technical,” Lavon Stokes said.
“Hi, Steve!” Josh shouted toward the receiver.
“Josh says hi, Steve.” Lavon told him. She turned back to Josh. “Steve says that they just intercepted a call from Ratzinger, giving the order to kill the girl.”
“Holy shit! They got it on tape again?”
Lavon nodded. “He says that he’s already played the tape for Galvani, who had it played for the district attorney and for one of the federal magistrates. The judge is heading into his office to sign the arrest warrants as we speak.”
“Yes!”
“The district attorney is going before the grand jury first thing in the morning with evidence,” Lavon told him.
Phil patted Josh on his shoulder. “Good work.”
“Ask Steve where those assholes are right now. I want to slap the cuffs on them as soon as the warrants are signed,” Josh said.
“Steve, you got a location on the suspects’ vehicles?” Lavon asked. She turned back to Josh. “Cleaver’s vehicle is headed this way. Ellington’s car is just up ahead. Ratzinger is still at the station.”
“Good work, Steve!” Josh shouted toward the handset. “Get rid of Steve, and call Tony, Mike, and Dan. Have Tony and Mike round up Ratzinger, and tell Dan to meet up with us as soon as we give him a location. We can take down Cleaver, Ellington, and Davis all at once. Get me some more agents out here. We’re going to get these sons of bitches tonight!”
The Getaway
Ellington pulled up about the time Cleaver arrived.
“Are you sure this is the place?” Cleaver asked. “I hope that I don’t look like an asshole.”
“What’s with the patrol cars?” Ellington whispered.
Cleaver shook his head. “I sent them. That little bitch isn’t giving us the slip this time. There’s a fire escape around the back of the building. I’m going to send the officers in through the front, while we are going to go and cover the back, which is probably how they intend to escape.”
Davis nodded. “Good thinking.”
“Ready to get paid?” Cleaver asked with a smile.
A gun went off inside the building, causing several of the gathered officers to duck and scatter for cover.
Several black Suburbans raced into the parking lot. Josh, Phil, and Lavon leaped out of the lead SUV and rushed up to Ellington, Davis, and Cleaver.
“Nice night for an arrest, isn’t it?” Cleaver smiled.
Josh smiled and shook his head. “You took the words right outta my mouth, you sack of shit.”
“Turn around and place your hands on your heads!” Lavon shouted.
“What?” Ellington asked.
“We’re fucking cops, you assholes!” Cleaver protested.
Phil and several other agents had their weapons drawn.
“I said turn around and put your hands over your heads!” Lavon shouted again.
“This is bullshit!” Ellington said. She turned and placed her hands over her head. Davis did the same.
“Turn around and place your hands on your head!” Josh told Cleaver.
“Will you wait just a goddamned minute!” Cleaver shouted. “I am Internal Affairs, and you’re interfering in some serious police business!”
“I’m FBI, and I say you have no business being a police officer!” Josh told him. “Now stop resisting, before I have Phil shoot you!”
“We have suspects inside!” Cleaver shouted. “And a damn gun just went off!”
“The real cops will take care of it!” Josh told him. “Now turn around!”
“You fucking asshole! They’re escaping around the back!” Cleaver shouted.
Josh drew his weapon.
“You going to let them fucking escape!” Cleaver shouted. He pulled away from Josh and began running.
Josh holstered his pistol and chased Cleaver, tackling him by the side of the building. The other agents quickly came to Josh’s assistance. They manhandled Cleaver into submission and handcuffed him.
“They’re getting away!” Cleaver shouted. “Agent, let me talk to you in private! I have a deal for you that you can’t resist!”
Josh turned to Phil. “Go and listen to his deal, and then add attempting to bribe a federal agent to his charges.”
Phil laughed and headed off to the SUV, where the other agents were shoving Cleaver inside. Lavon walked up to Josh.
“And what are we going to do about them?” she asked, nodding toward the storage facility.
Josh shrugged. “Not our business, Lavon. Not our business. We’re here to bust some crooked cops.”
Lavon lifted an eyebrow. “There’s a lot of money in there that somebody is getting away with.”
“It’s her money, and judging from the things that have happened to her, she deserves it. Hey, Lavon, I get my jollies fucking over the big guy, not the little ones.” Josh walked to the front of the building and stared up at it. “You better run, girl. And you better take that money, and you better do something with it. Do something good with it.”
A patrolman walked out of the storage unit building.
“Find anything?” Josh asked.
“Two bodies. The night clerk and an unidentified black man,” the officer told him.
“Anybody else?”
The officer shook his head. “No, sir.”
“Call Detective Curtis Miles from Homicide,” Josh told the officer. “Tell him that in all probability, I’ve got the murder suspect that he’s been searching for lying dead in there.”
The officer nodded and headed for his patrol car.
“Wow, we saved the day, huh?” Lavon asked.
“We sure did. Good work, agent,” Josh told her. He pulled her close and wrapped his arm around her. “C’mon, let’s get outta here. Buy you a hot cup of coffee.”
“And a doughnut?” Lavon asked, as if the coffee just wasn’t enough.
“Sprinkles?”
“Yeah, sprinkles.”
And That’s All, Folks
One Year Later
The water was absolutely postcard perfect. It looked as though someone had clicked a button on a computer and chosen the perfect color blue for a brochure ad. Royal blue faded into aquamarine see-through water, breathtaking, simply beautiful, just a few shades darker than the cloudless baby-blue sky sitting above it. Gena couldn’t believe she was back where it all started: The Valiant Hotel on Paradise Island in the Grand Bahamas.
Palm trees swayed gently in the soft breeze, moderating the temperate Caribbean climate even more. The weather was a perfect seventy-seven degrees, while beneath the white silk canopies it felt as though it was no higher than seventy.
All of the guests were dressed in white. The women wore white cotton beach gowns, while the gentlemen all wore white cotton shirts and pants. All of the guests wore sandals, as the ceremony was being held on the white-sand beach. White gardenia floral arrangements were arrayed around the canopy and the tables and chairs beneath it. Eighteen white doves that had been imported from Europe sat in cages around the beach, waiting to be released at the conclusion of the nuptials.