Page 76 of Tortured Eyes
“Yeah, I have a crime scene thanks to you, and a fucking narcotics detective who wants to get into a pissing contest with me. Oh, god, tell me he’s not one of yours?”
“Who? And where the fuck are you?”
“Derek Mason. He’s got to be dirty. I just need the fucking proof.” I get caught up in what that information could mean, my brain whirring into action.
“If he runs the drugs squad then he was probably in Mortoni’s pocket, which means he’s fucked unless he does what I want. Now, would you answer the goddamned question and tell me where the hell you are?” He bites out the last words and I have to pull the phone away from my ear.
“I’m on Fore Street and Second. I need to take another look at that crime scene, but then I’m headed back to the station.”
“You need to get off the fucking streets, Red. You can’t be involved in this. Not tonight.”
“Not your call. This is my job.”
“Screw your job. Go do it in another part of town.”
“So, this is all about you. Or rather, Cane?”
“Put it together, McCarthy. I sent you the files. You know who’s been killed. Lose the naïvety. Think. It’s not all going to be roses while I'm here.”
“Fuck you, Logan.”
