Hollow Point
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Recker stood and looked around the room. He then started searching through it as Haley looked through the bedrooms. They were looking for anything that would tie him to the case. It didn’t take long for them to find it.
“In here,” Haley shouted.
Recker quickly came in, seeing Haley rummage around through a dresser drawer.
“Whatcha got?” Recker asked.
Haley was careful not to touch anything with his hands so as not to leave fingerprints and used a shirt to pick up the evidence.
“Gun,” he said, picking it up and holding it high for his partner to see. He then set it back down in the drawer and picked up a box. “Ammunition.”
“Hollow-point bullets,” Recker said.
By the look on Recker’s face, Haley could see he still didn’t look pleased.
“Hoping this stuff wouldn’t be there?” Haley asked.
“I dunno. Maybe. Just seems like everything’s been tied up neatly.”
“Well, I think our work here is done. Should probably get out of here soon before the police come. Someone might have called them already.”
“Yeah. Let’s go,” Recker said.
They left the apartment and called Jones to let him know Flowers was dead, and not of their doing. It was a good thing they decided to leave when they did, or they would have had to deal with a police presence, as they showed up only five minutes later. They agreed to go home for the night and meet up again in the morning to go over their next steps. Recker was the last one to arrive in the office the following morning.
“Everyone see this?” Recker asked, tossing the newspaper down on the desk, which indicated the cop killer had been killed himself.
“Yes,” Jones said.
“Seems as though it’s wrapped up.”
“So why do you still sound unhappy?”
Recker shook his head and sighed. “Because it all just seems so neat and tidy. I mean, c’mon, you guys don’t really think Flowers did this, do you?”
“Even if he was set up to be the patsy, there’s not much else we can do at this point,” Haley replied. “He’s been made to look guilty, the rest of the crew is going to scatter, there’s not going to be any more bodies, it all ends here.”
“And we are not going to pursue it any further,” Jones said.
“We’re not?” Recker asked.
“No. We’re not. I know what’s going on in the head of yours.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes. You’re thinking Vincent is behind it and you’re thinking about confronting him about it.”
“And I shouldn’t do that?”
“No. Why put the relationship you’ve built up with him in jeopardy over something we don’t know whether we should even be involved in to begin with? Let’s move on.”
“What do you think actually happened?” Haley asked.
“I think Vincent found someone he could pin this whole mess on. Then he made sure it somehow got back to me about Flowers, which is why Tyrell got the info so cheap. Then I’m thinking he sent his right-hand man over there to finish the job, plant some evidence, tie it off.”
“Malloy.”
“Yeah. Now, everyone sleeps easier, his competition’s eliminated, nobody suspects him, like I said . . . all neat and tidy.”
“Like David said, there’s nothing else we can really do at this point.”
“I know. Doesn’t mean I have to like it, though.”
Recker’s phone then rang.
“What can I help you with, Detective?”
“Just wanted to say thanks for helping out with this,” Andrews answered. “Don’t know if we would’ve gotten to this point without you.”
“Just glad I could help.”
“Well, a lot of the boys down here wish they could thank you.”
“Not sure I really deserve any thanks,” Recker said.
“I know I said I hoped to have him alive and take him in, but there’s quite a few of us who wanted to do what you did anyway.”
“What makes you think it was me?”
“Who else would it have been?” Andrews asked. “I know you like to play it coy and all and can’t admit to anything. But just to let you know, I think you’ve got a few extra converts to your fan club down here.”
“Always nice to know.”
“Anyway, just wanted to say thanks. I don’t suppose we’ll continue to get a chance to work on any things together?”
“Not likely,” Recker said. “You can probably toss that phone now. It’ll go off the grid in a few days.”
“Well, good luck to you. If you ever wind up at my desk, I’ll conveniently forget to lock your cuffs or something.”
Recker laughed. “I appreciate that.”
After hanging up, Recker, though disappointed with the conclusion of the case, seemed to be ready to move on.
“I guess it’s on to bigger and better things?”
“Yes,” Jones answered. “I have several things going on now. Should have another case to work on by tomorrow.”
“Great.”
“The detective say anything interesting?”
“Ah, usual. Everyone thinks it was me that did it. Seems it’s bought me a few extra friends on the force should I ever need them.”
“Well, I guess that is a perk should it ever be needed.”
“Yeah. Seems as though everyone thinks I’m a hero. Even when I’m not.”
About the Author
Mike Ryan is the popular author of several bestselling series, including The Silencer Series, The Cain Series, The Ghost Series, as well as A Dangerous Man, and The Last Job. He currently lives in PA with his wife, four children, and three dogs. He loves animals, baseball, football, Star Wars, and superheroes. You can visit his website at www.mikeryanbooks.com to sign up for his newsletter to be notified of new releases, as well as vote in polls, or just interact with Mike.
Also by Mike Ryan
The Silencer
Fully Loaded
Hard Target
Blowback
Point Blank
Rogue Ghost
Ghost Pursuit
Ghost Fall
Ghost Revival
The Cain Conspiracy
The Cain Deception
The Cain Directive
The Cain Redemption
A Dangerous Man
The Last Job
The Fallen
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