“The MC must be hiding her. She’s only a kid. She wouldn’t know how to lie low without their help.” Immediately exhausted, I rub my eyes. “What time does their bar open again?”
“Nine onwards. Squad cars are doing drive-bys every night as you requested,” Dion Berrien informs me.
Delving into my lunch bag, I grab an apple. “How’s that working out?”
“Nothing major so far. Most trouble seems to occur around midnight,” Marty chimes in.
“We need to schedule more drive-bysandprepare for more callouts.”
“I’ve no idea how they got their license,” Dion grumbles.
“It’s in one of their women’s names. Eliza Norris.” Marty rocks back in his seat. “No criminal record.”
“Didn’t think they trusted their women that much,” I say wryly.
“God knows what the SLGA?* is thinking. A minuscule investigation would have shown that this is the last type of establishment we need open,” Dion grouses. “Never mind the fact that it’s a dump as well.”
“Who knew you were such a snob, Dion?” I taunt. “Dives are a thing.”
“If I’m a snob because I don’t like a dose of asbestos served with my fries, I’ll accept the label.”
“Sounds bougie to me.”
Dion snorts. “I’ll take it. I’m telling you that place is a fire hazard. So, Nygard? How are we handling that?”
“Where does Fairweather live when he isn’t darkening the halls of Our Lady of Sorrows? The Caribbean?”
“Alberta.”
“Has he returned home yet?”
“I’d assume so. Bennett never pressed charges, and, surprise surprise, the Crown didn’t prosecute so he took off. Bennett told us to contact him if we need to set up an interview.”
I drum my fingers on my knee.
I’m fully aware that I’m behaving with bias and that I should disclose my ties with Paulie Nygard, but... I don’t.
Can’t.
This is the last fucking thing I can do for my best friend.
If the roles were reversed, I’d fully expect Paulie to save Callan’s ass.
Decision made, I change the subject. “We’re going to start running patrols on the Seven Cs.”
Dion lifts a brow. “Any particular reason why? Your family has that place locked up tight and people’ve been talking about the bodyguards that are following Colt around. I’d assume you’d have informed us if there was an active threat against the Korhonens?”
“With Clyde’s case being so high profile, targets are on everyone’s backs. But in this instance, what do you know about Dove Bay?”
Sally-Anne pops up with: “The sanctuary?”
Dion takes a sip of his coffee. “For the dogs?”
So, that gossip’s run around town too.
She taps her nose. “Dove Bay’s hush hush, Dion. Place for domestic abuse survivors to find shelter.”
“How do you know about it if it’s hush hush?”