Chapter Twenty-Nine
Suds
“You. Cuff him.” I point my weapon at the smaller of the DA’s two buddies.
The fortyish man locks up the district attorney with his eyes narrowed on me. He’s no doubt waiting for me to fuck up but I won’t. There’s too much at stake.
“Now him.” My pistol barrel waves at the other man, who also looks like he’d like to kill me.
“Now, all of you, sit.” I grab cuffs off the belt of the largest cop and when all three are secured, I park my ass on the stairs facing them.
“Just so you know? Seraphim and her daughter are in the FBI’s custody.”
Gomez pales as the two men study his face. Just in case the two officers are innocent, I enlighten them. “On the night of August fifteenth, your pal, here, was an accessory to a murder.”
“You can’t prove a thing.” The district attorney’s upper lip twists in an evil mockery of Elvis.
“Well, that’s where you’re mistaken. We have an eye witness.”
He scoffs. “They’ve been proven to be the least reliable kind of evidence.”
The other two narrow their gazes at him.Yeah dudes, this guy is about as dirty as they come.
In my headset, Slate announces they caught Buonanno and Sam is fine. Good girl. For once, she stayed put like I asked.
Still recording from my cap, I smile real wide. “The Feds have your pal Tony and he’s saying you killed Biermann.”
“No one’s going to believe him.” Gomez shrugs.
“We got pictures of the two of you meeting here the night of Biermann’s murder.”
He laughs. “You wish.”
I reach into my pocket and toss the men some printouts of that night. “Y’all might want to take a look at those.”
The DA’s smug look fades, replaced by one of horror. “These can’t be real. I destroyed the memory card.”
Now, the two cops seem a lot more interested, as well they should be. “Ever hear of the cloud? It’s a mighty powerful thing.”
“It’s not what you think. As district attorney, I had valid reasons for meeting with Little Tony.” His pleas hit deaf ears, especially mine.
“I bet you did. The way I understand it, you ended up with a ton of cash, enough to create enough new ads to get yourself reelected.”
“T-tony killed the kid. I had nothing to do with it.” His eyes shift between the two guys witnessing his confession. Hell, I won’t even need my bodycam.
“What about planting evidence in my apartment?” I might as well see what else he will admit and he obliges.
“That was him, too.”
“And the hit on my wife?”
“All his idea.”
At the sound of the sirens, I uncuff the two cops. “Ready to take me in?”
I hand them their weapons but instead of putting me under arrest, they read Gomez his rights.
