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Money
al
ways
is your
first priority.

He
watched the man, suspicion growing with every minute.

I told you,
Don.
You

re gonna have to find someone else to get it. We agreed
that
my last job was collecting from Grant. I went there
.
W
hen I left without finding Grant or the money, I

d finished the job. It

s over now. I

m walking outta here.


Not without giving me back that $10,000 I paid you in advance yesterday.


I consider that final payment for the work I did today. You don

t like it, try to collect from me.

He
widened his stance.

With a groan,
P
itt sat back in his chair.

I

m too
tired to fight with you. Keep the money
. Just g
o.

Without so much as a han
dshake, Calvin strode out of the office. He was free. Finally.

Now I can start my new life.

And w
hatever was wrong with the Grant situation
, it
was Pitt

s problem now.

 

 

 

Chapter 1
0

 

Dale was used to
working
with Jimmy. He and his partner
had developed a pattern for their searches. They walked
about three feet apart, searching the ground for clues.


You

ve been on th
e force
four years longer than me,

Dale said
.


Yeah. Thirty-one
years, why?


You ever see
a case of this magnitude?


Never.

He
smiled.

How long we been partners?


Nine years.

Dale grunted. Nine years was more than most marriages lasted.

I remember whe
n we were first paired together,

he said.


Yeah, everyone called us the odd couple, like Lemmon and Mathau.


Yeah, the black-white thing wasn

t said back then, but everyone was thinking it.
All I heard about was how Jimmy Mason was experienced, conservative
,
a real by-the-book man.


Yeah.

Jimmy smiled.

And all I heard was that Dale Dayton was a cowboy—instincts and no rules.


I guess I

ll have to be more like you on this investigation.

He
nodded
toward
the supervisors huddled at the scene.


They said we would never make it. Even our age difference would come between
us
.


But it didn

t. I trust you with my life.


What, you gettin

all sentimental on me, Dayton?


J
ust sayin

, partner. I can

t figure it out.


What?


You have four years on me on the force
and
yet I

m the lead for all of the major cases.


You think it

s a color thing?

Jimmy smiled wide.

You think, just maybe?


Yeah,
but
I don

t have time to listen to your whining about persecution right now.
F
or most senior officers, taking a back seat would cause some problems. But not you.

Jimmy stopped walking and turned
toward
Dale.

Dale, I

m not okay with racism, but I know you do the lead drill better than I would
and it has nothing to do with the color of my skin
. But as you know, I am tougher and smarter than you.


Fuck you very much, Jimmy.


Okay, enough sentimental bullshit. What do you think?

He knew the stats. The list of possible motives for any murder was profit, jealousy, revenge, conceal
ment of
a crime, or the killer was a homicidal maniac.


Could be a crime of passion,

Dale stated.

A passion for near
decapitation.

He
thought sex was probably involved somehow, but
he
had no idea how yet.


Wife?

Jimmy inquired.


Think about it. Who benefits the most from Grant

s death? Linda Grant is now a wealthy woman.


She was already a wealthy woman,

Jimmy stated.


Come on, that was her husband

s money. But now she has no one to share it with. It

s all hers.


You think Linda Grant did this?


I don

t think Linda committed the murder, or any woman for that matter. Sure, she could have lured her husband out her
e
, but she

s much too small and weak to slice his head nearly off. But could be hired work.


We better tell her first that she

s a widow and gauge from there.

Jimmy
wore a big smile.


What are you so excited about?


Meeting Linda Grant.


Your wife know you

re a perv?

Jimmy smiled
again
.

Of course, but she likes it. How do you think we

ve made it through
twenty-five
happily married years? I just always appreciate a beautiful woman.

The
search was going nowhere. Dale snapped off his gloves, the rubber smacking loudly. He
dialed the police station.


Henry, it

s Dale.


You in the field?


Yeah. I need you to find a
judge. Tell him that I need two search warrants sworn out ASAP on probable cause. Doug Grant

s home and casino,
t
he Greek.


T
he casino owner?


Yeah, the same one.


What did he do?


Don

t worry about what he did, just do it. Have them ready by the time I get back. Wait. Rephrase that. Get me one
unspecified search warrant for Doug Grant.

Dale hung up without saying goodbye. The search would have to be fast, deep and wide.


Unspecified?

Jimmy asked.

Dale shrug
ged.

Who knows what Grant owns?

As he was walking away, Jimmy put his hand on Dale

s shoulder.

Dale, be careful whose toes you step on with this one.

After almost two hours of thorough searching, all they had were the tire tread marks.


Let

s go see the widow.

As he
and Jimmy turned to leave, Dale felt a sharp tug on his coat sleeve. The detectives turned to face their sergeant standing beside the
m
ayor.


Dayton, Mason, we need to talk.

Dale spit into his cup.


Jesus Christ, Dayton, you know I hate that shit!

He turned to the man beside him.

You know Mayor Casey. He wants a few words with you boys before you get going. I

m heading back now. I

ll meet you at the precinct.

The men shook hands as the sergeant left. This was the first time that Dale had been this close to Paul Casey. Casey was tall and slender, a bit cocky.
Dale couldn

t believe he was standing in this heat in a pin-striped double-breasted suit
, with not a drop of sweat on him
.


What do you think?

the
m
ayor asked.


It

s still too soon in the case to tell, sir. There is little evidence to go on right now.


Detectives, I don

t want to slow you down. I just wanted you to know that this case takes precedence. This case should be treated with your utmost professionalism and speed. I am depending on you gentlemen to bring me swift justice. Doug Grant was a friend of mine
and
I don

t have to tell you the impact that he and his family have had on this city. I would consider it a personal favor if you brought down the son of a bitch
who
did this. The city would be in your debt.

It might have been Casey

s shifty eyes or trite words but something didn

t feel right
.


We

ll get him,

Dale said.


That

s all I wanted to hear. Get to work, gentlemen.

The
m
ayor marched off.

Something wasn

t kosher about the whole deal.

Jimmy

s face showed he agreed.

 


Wait here, I

ll be back in a minute.

Dale hopped out as Jimmy pulled u
p to the police station. As he
entered the precinct, the attendant at the front desk shrugged at him.

They just found the judge at the
c
lub, rubbing elbows with Vegas

s
elite. The papers should b
e here soon
.

He
thought about running outside to tell Jimmy it would take a while,
but t
hen he heard his name called. Detective Joe Hartford rushed toward him.


Dale, I

m glad I caught you.


What

s up, Joe?


The
sergeant
said you

re working the Grant case?


That

s right.


I think you should hear this.

Dale looked back outside toward Jimmy, but
he
followed Hartford
across the lobby and
into the tech room.


We recorded this
911
call earlier this morning. Didn

t think much of it at the time.
Thought it was just some prank.

The lab tech started the recording.

Dale scratched his salt and pepper
crew cut as he listened.

When it was done, Hartford said,

After we got the call, we phoned over to the building lobby, but there was no answer. We had to call a second time, a few minutes later, before a security guard responded. We told him the situation
and
stayed on the line as they tried to locate Grant. There was no answer at his office
,
and
when they finally got up
stairs
, no one was there. That Coburn character, or Calvin Watters, was nowhere to be found.


They didn

t lock down the building?

Hartford shrugged.

Amateurs. We sent a couple of patrol cars to the private office, but by the time they got there, there was nothing to see.

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