“Christ, you got all day? The guys who came in for a piece of ass were endless.” MacBain grinned.
A scene of MacBain getting his own piece of ass flashed through Ten’s mind. He felt like he was going to throw up.
The look on Ronan’s face was of pure disgust. “I don’t give two fucks about them, MacBain, who came in to see the male prisoners?”
“Oliveri and Jackson were my most frequent guests to see the male prisoners.”
Fitz shook his head. “What did you mean when you said the dead men paid the price for not working with Kirkpatrick and Doom?”
“You’ve heard the line ‘snitches get stiches’? Same thing. When former clients refused to hire Kirkpatrick again and threatened to go to the cops about the whole scheme, Doom had them killed. Couldn’t risk unhappy customers running their mouths about what they knew.”
“How were these men being murdered?”
“Insulin overdose. Drunks are easy to subdue. Like Doom used to say, one little shot in the gut and it’s night, night, asshole.”
Ten’s eyes widened. “Those were the words Jefferson McGrath’s killer said.”
Ronan nodded. “Anything else you can tell us?”
“Not for nothing, but everything stopped when Cisco became the interim police chief. Weird, huh?”
“We’ll be in touch, Duncan,” Fitzgibbon said, grabbing his phone and turning off the recorder. “Don’t leave town and keep your fucking mouth shut. Don’t make me come after you.” Fitz left the room with Jude right behind him.
MacBain nodded. “Hey, you, psychic? He gonna keep his word about my immunity”
“Yes, and I don’t need my gift to tell me that. Kevin Fitzgibbon is the most honest man I know.” Ten turned to leave, but stopped.“Pay your debts. Big Al is coming for you. Trust me when I say no one will find your body.”
“Jesus Christ!” MacBain bounced out of his seat and looked like he was about to bolt.
“Is that really what you saw?” Ronan asked, when they were far enough away not to be overheard.
“Oh, yeah, Big Al doesn’t play. I may have made it sound more imminent, but payback’s coming and you’re gonna need him alive to testify against Kirkpatrick and Doom.” He just hoped that when the time came Cisco Jackson wouldn’t be the defendant.
13
Ronan
“And then there were two,” Ronan said, when everyone was loaded back into Fitzgibbon’s SUV, after a quick lunch at McDonalds. They were down to two suspects left to interview, Cisco and Bob Oliveri.
“Duncan was telling the truth right, Ten?” Ronan asked. His head was still spinning over the pay for play scenario MacBain had mapped out for them.
“Yeah, all of it was the truth. He didn’t say it out loud, but he thinks Kirkpatrick has another scheme going.”
“I thought as much,” Fitzgibbon said. “He’s got to keep up those house and car payments somehow.”
“How do you want to come at Oliveri?” Jude asked. “He’s a decorated officer. We can’t just walk in there and accuse him of being a killer.”
“Jude’s right. We give him enough fucking rope to hang himself,” Fitzgibbon gritted.
“Fitz, we don’t know that Oliveri’s the killer.”
“Fuck if we don’t, Ronan! There is no way Cisco could have done all of this, extorted suspects, allowed officers to sexually assault women, ordered men killed, all the while building his career and family at the same time.”
“But you’re saying Oliveri could?” Ronan asked. “It’s pretty obvious one of them is Doom, but we can’t blow this investigation by having blinders on when it comes to Cisco.”
“He’s our friend!” Fitzgibbon shouted, his voice boomed through the SUV, rattling the windows.
Ronan sighed. “Ted Bundy had friends too.”
