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.What notes Damon had made on paper appeared to be gone.Whoever had come in seemed to know what he was looking for or looking at.Well, so much for the theory about Damon.He filtered through the smashed equipment and was surprised to find Damon’s cell phone.Checking the display, all the calls he’d made to Damon’s phone were still listed as new.So whatever had happened had occurred within the last few hours or so.Groaning, he moved toward the door.He turned back to look at the carnage and something caught his eye.There was a piece of paper until the couch.Steele scooped it up and could clearly see notes written in Damon’s handwriting.Opening his eyes wide, he shook his head.Damon had been onto something and it just might be the catalyst.Shoving the paper in his back pocket he stood for a few seconds, collecting his thoughts.Next was going to his place, grabbing his things and going to a more secure location.And he knew his paths were going to have to cross with the good Captain again.They question was, now or during what he knew would be a take down? He walked out of the apartment still unsure, but knew the end game was near.As he climbed into his car and started the engine, he thought about what Tony had said to him again.The cop was right about the fact a past could fester.That’s all the twenty years had done for him.Make him angry as hell.He was full of rage and ready to finish the ugliness started so long before.As he threw the gear into drive, he thought about the last time he’d seen his father, the very morning of the shooting.The day had been beautiful and his father has merely commented he was going to have lunch and come back to take his son to the park.He could still hear the argument his parents had been embroiled in the night before, the screaming forever engrained in his brain.He’d been too young to truly understand what had happened or what the words meant, but he knew his father has been in a murderous rage.Steele hit the gas pedal and zoomed down the street, the horrible look on his father’s face as he shook his fist at her just before he walked out the door that late morning right there.He’d never forget.Steele groaned as he gripped the steering wheel with both hands, his fingers digging into the smooth leather.The day had been so beautiful and he heard his mother crying when he’d slipped out of the house, overhearing where his father was going.The Italian restaurant was one of their favorites and he knew the way very well, zigging and zagging through the streets until he reached the glass front nestled against the busy street.Narrowing his eyes, he barely jerked to a stop at a traffic light.He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and realized it was shaking.His body jerked as he was forced into the wretched vision, the one he’d done everything to push away.His father, the table close to the front, the man with his back to a child’s face peering in through the window.Waving to his father, the horrified look on his father’s face.The way he noticed James standing at the window, his little face plastered to the glass.Then the screams and the…Boom!Steele was thrown back in his seat as the memory slammed into his mind, forcing his heart to thump hard against his chest.“No.No!” Slapping his hand on the steering wheel over and over again, from somewhere in the intense vacuum he could hear the honks from cars behind him and slammed on the gas pedal.And just at that moment the last vision flashed into his mind – Michael Simone’s as he turned, a gun in his hand.****The news had been particularly nasty that afternoon and as Tony stood with a tall glass of bourbon in his hand, he continued to play back the entire case.Nasty? Hell, he’d been tried and crucified and even if he could prove his innocence he was never going to work in this town again in any law capacity.The shit hitting the fan was amazing.And only partially wrong.What Tony knew without a doubt was he was nothing more than a scapegoat and he continued to wonder who else was on the take in his department.There was definitely more than one.But proving it would be next to impossible.He thought about what Jonah had said and wasn’t certain if his buddy was warning him for Tony’s good or his own.He swirled the liquid in his glass and took a gulp and couldn’t help but think about going to the export location tomorrow night.Something was definitely going to happen and he had a bad feeling whatever evidence there might have been against Mr.Simone would be eradicated soon enough.Turning, he walked toward his office and flipped on the light, glaring at the map and his computer.A lot of good all the identification about the areas had done.Of course Dark Town had known Steele was coming.They allowed the heists to further fuel the aura around them.They were outstanding and very caring businessmen after all.Now the public would never convict them.Not after being such victims.Snarling, he held up his finger to the computer.This shit was nothing he hadn’t played out before.His heartache and his memories of the past had made him vulnerable to stupidity.He stood staring at the encircled locations and realized the entire situation was only designed to catch Steele, no one else [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]