by JC Kane
“We still have the four guys that were with Lee Giordano when we caught him with the drugs,” Hatchett said.
“Three, remember?” Mark said. “We cut a deal with one of them in exchange for his statement against Lee.
Hatchett shrugged.
“Tell me again why you wanted to let Lee go back to his house? There was almost no evidence to support a case against Bruce Kennedy.”
“He showed me the texts from Bruce’s phone,” Hatchett said. “It was Bruce’s name on the message. I honestly thought he was telling the truth.”
“What about Green? Where are we at with him?”
“He has a solid alibi, just like Bruce.”
“Maybe if you talk to him, he’d be willing to give us more information.”
Hatchett laughed. “He has no interest in sharing information with me.”
“Do you think they know anything about the murders in Los Gatos?”
“Maybe. But, they won’t talk to us about it. Like I said, they both have alibis. I’m sure they can produce whatever witnesses and documents we ask for, regardless of the truth.”
Mark stood up. “Okay, I guess we’ll just move forward with the case against the couriers, process the evidence from Los Gatos, and take it from there.”
Mark opened the door to leave. “No home confinement for these guys, okay?”
Chapter 51
Bruce drove his 1931 Harley Davidson VL motorcycle into the parking lot at Heavenlee Holdings Corporation. He drove past a Mercedes, a Suburban, and four motorcycles parked in the lot. He parked on the sidewalk right next to the front entrance. In Bruce’s mind, sidewalk parking was an acceptable benefit of driving a motorcycle. He was doing his part to save the environment and that entitled him to park on sidewalks.
Bruce walked into Lee’s old office and said hello to Green, Old Goat, and Severo. They were sitting at the small conference room table with a bottle of whiskey in the middle. Bruce sat down and poured himself a glass.
“How’d the interview go?” Old Goat asked.
“Piece of cake.” Bruce took a sip of his whiskey.
“What do you think?” Bruce asked. He looked around the massive office. He admired the big windows, the handmade bar, the expensive couches, and the money they put into customizing the building. “You think this could be the new home of the Two Zero Five Motorcycle Club?”
Green looked around. “Not really my style.”
“Old Goat can decorate it for you, can’t he?” Severo asked.
Old Goat looked around and smiled. “If you’re giving it away, I’d be happy to take it.”
“No,” Bruce said. “This is a legitimate, clean asset. I don’t have enough of those. But, I’d sell it to you for twenty-million dollars.”
Bruce stood up and looked out the window. “You sure you want to stay in this business?”
Green took a sip of his whiskey. “I’m not saying I’ll put in twenty years, but we’ll have some fun with it for a while.”
“We may have won the battle, but the war ain’t over,” Bruce said. “Watch your back.”
“What are you going to do now?” Green asked. “Besides retire.”
“I hate to say this, but I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders now that Lee’s gone. It feels pretty good. You don’t always realize how much a person has changed, how much a person influences you, good or bad, when you see them every day. The changes are so small and subtle, you don’t notice them.”
“That still doesn’t answer the question, what the hell are you going to do now?”
“Actually, I have to get going,” Bruce said as he checked the time on his phone. “I have a very important meeting in Mountain View.”
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