Chapter 98

“Your leg?”

“Fuck my leg.”

“I’d rather fuck you. Hey!” He’d pinched my ass.

“I told you it was okay. I’ve got a contact in the police department.”

“Is there anywhere where you don’t have a contact?”

“Nope. Anyway, I already called him, and he’ll see one of my people gets into the Evidence Control Branch. The gun will be replaced with another Glock that’s untraceable.”

I didn’t ask if it would be Matheson who would deal with that. “The spent shell?”

“I doubt they’ll be able to find it. Some curious tourist probably will have picked it up as a souvenir.”

“Of course.” I shook my head. “What happened with Gershom?” I’d overheard Mark tell Wallace on the phone that he had been responsible for Gershom, and I had a sinking feeling I knew what he’d meant.

“He shot off his mouth one time too many, and I lost patience with him.”

There was more to this; I knew it, so I waited to hear what else Mark had to say.