Chapter 3

Kord turned the key in the ignition, gripped the steering wheel, and glanced out the window. “Blast off!” he shouted and stepped on the gas. “Just kidding.” He eased up as they sailed through the parking lot, narrowly missing the tail of the captain’s new Lexus. He slowed the car when they neared the exit to the street. He applied the brakes and let the car idle. “Where to?”

Doyle looked over the contents of the folder. “The case involves the beatings of gay men outside several afterhours clubs. Two of the men are still in rehab. The case got a lot of press two years ago but it was never closed. You hear about it?”

“I was undercover until a couple days ago. The only things I heard about were drugs, whores, and guns.”

“They hit a real dead end with this one,” Doyle said. “Few witnesses. No other leads.”

“Great. What’s that asshat captain expect us to do?”

“He expects us to fail,” Doyle said.