under any circumstances, call or come by the station. The phone lines were tapped, and he’d found out someone had bugged his office. Big Red told her to go by his house, and that’s what she did.’
‘Why was Kendra looking for my father?’
‘What do you know about Francis Sullivan, the head of the Irish mob?’
‘I knew Mr Sullivan – that’s what you called him, even if you worked for him. I’m embarrassed to say I went back to the trade that sent me away to prison the first time – selling drugs. I had a network of contacts. Mr Sullivan wanted to take advantage of that, and I needed the money. What do you know about Kendra?’
‘I know she was arrested for prostitution.’
‘Kendra had a drug problem. Coke. She worked the streets for a while before Mr Sullivan brought her to these hotel parties where she serviced a number of men. Including cops.’
Michelle Baxter had told her the same thing.
‘Mr Sullivan,’ he whispered, ‘liked rough sex.’
Darby recalled what Baxter had told her about Sullivan holding a gun to her head.
‘Kendra didn’t mind it, so he kept her around. He had a thing for young girls, but that wasn’t what got him off. I didn’t believe the stories until… I walked in on him once. He was with a young woman – a teenager. I don’t know her name, she wasn’t from the neighbourhood, but I could tell she was very, very young. I didn’t see the braces until… afterwards.’
He swallowed. She heard a hitch in his voice.
‘Mr Sullivan had this poor girl on all fours. They were on the bed. Mr Sullivan was behind her, pumping away, holding her by the hair so he could slit her throat.’
In her mind’s eye Darby saw Kendra Sheppard bound to the kitchen chair, her head nearly decapitated.
‘I wanted to stop it, but the girl was already bleeding out,’ he whispered. ‘Mr Sullivan saw me – I was standing in the doorway, frozen. He was covered in blood, like he’d bathed in it. He got off the bed very calmly – I swear he did, I’m not imagining it. He didn’t come after me. He pointed to the girl with the straight-edged razor, this poor young girl who was running into the walls and choking on her own blood, and he looked at me and said, ‘Go ahead and give her a whirl, Zeke. She’s still got some life in her.’ That’s when I got the hell out of there.’
Darby had to clear her throat. ‘Where did this happen?’
‘Kevin Reynolds’s house in Charlestown. He lived there with his mother, Mary Jane. There’s a bedroom to the right of the stairs. Mr Sullivan took all his… victims there. Sometimes Kendra would find him napping in there. She told me that, even in the winter, you could smell the blood. It didn’t matter how many times they cleaned up or replaced the rugs, that odour never went away, she said.’
‘After you saw this, what did you do?’
‘I went into hiding for a few days. I knew Mr Sullivan was looking for me – I was a witness, a liability. I went to Kendra. She was a friend. I told her what I’d seen, and that’s when she introduced me to your father.’
‘Why?’
‘When you were at the hospital speaking to Kendra’s son, did he confide in you?’
‘He told me his real name was Sean.’
‘What else?’
‘He said he knew the real reason why his grandparents were murdered. We didn’t get a chance to speak about it.’
‘Why not?’
‘We were interrupted.’
‘By the FBI?’
Her breath caught. That information hadn’t been reported in the news.
‘Listen to me very carefully,’ Ezekiel said. ‘The men who killed Kendra Sheppard – at one time they were Federal agents from the Boston office. These men’s assignment was to dismantle the Irish and Italian mobs. But their main job was to protect Mr Sullivan.’
Darby recalled what Jennings had told her about Sullivan’s special status. ‘Was he an informant?’
‘Mr Sullivan was much, much more valuable.’ Ezekiel swallowed, his breath coming out sharply, excitedly. ‘He was a Federal agent. The FBI had planted a Federal agent at the head of the Irish mob. Sullivan’s real name is Benjamin Masters.’
‘Kendra told you this?’
‘No,’ Ezekiel said. ‘Your father did.’
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Darby felt as though her stomach were packed with ice. Drops of sweat slid across her ribs.
‘I know only two names,’ Ezekiel whispered. ‘When they were alive, working as Feds, their names were Peter Alan and Jack King. But you won’t find them. They died in a boat fire, along with Sullivan. I don’t know what their names are now.’
She swallowed and said, ‘Mr Ezekiel, can you –’
‘I know what you’re thinking. “This man is a goddamn schizophrenic, he’s making this all up.” I’m not. The first time I was arrested, some quack slapped that bullshit diagnosis on me and it’s stuck with me ever since.’ Ezekiel was speaking fast, too fast, in a garbled rush to get the words out over his mounting anger. ‘Was I paranoid? Did I think people were always watching me? You bet your ass I did. In my line of business, you always have to be careful. You never know who’s going to sell you out. Paranoia is what keeps you alive on the street. But I don’t hear voices that aren’t there, I don’t think aliens are reading my brain waves or any of that crap. Doesn’t matter how many times I tell them, they still come around and inject that shit into my ass three times a week. All it does is keep me in a permanent fog, makes me easier to control. I don’t blame you for being sceptical. But whatever my present mental condition is, it doesn’t change the fact that Kendra Sheppard visited me, does it?’
‘You haven’t told me why she visited you.’
‘Kendra was working with your father, giving him information on Mr Sullivan and his crew. Kendra was the one who found out that Sullivan was an FBI agent and told your father. That stuff about his prior arrests and serving time in prison? All bullshit. Planted information for his cover. Kendra found out who Sullivan really was, and she also found out about the Boston Feds setting up local witnesses and informants. Some were killed; some just disappeared. And then there were the informants and witnesses who were promised witness protection as long as they cooperated. Guess what? They’re dead.’
Darby thought about Michelle Baxter’s comment about being placed into protective custody.
‘This one guy, Jimmy Lucas?’ he whispered. ‘He was supposed to go into the programme. The Feds picked him up, brought him somewhere and Kevin Reynolds strangled him to death. I overheard Reynolds talking about it. Kendra did too, only she was smart enough to tape it.’
‘She was taping their conversations?’
‘At the hotel, at Kevin Reynolds’s house. Sullivan found out what she was doing, and he went to her house to kill her and her family. Only Kendra wasn’t there. She was very smart – that’s how she survived this long. She sensed Sullivan knew something was going on, so she split Dodge and went to see your father. She was helping your father, giving him tapes, helping him smuggle people out of Boston and Charlestown, from –’
‘What people?’
‘Witnesses. Some of the young women at the hotel parties. Kendra trusted a few of them – they helped her tape conversations, set up the listening devices and these pinhole cameras your father gave her. Kendra wanted to see Sullivan go down. She was helping your father build a case against him. It was brilliant when you stop to think about it. They had whole squads within the Boston police, the state police – officers, mind you, who were probably on Sullivan’s payroll – and these groups were sharing information with the Feds, who naturally turned around and told Sullivan everything. And here was Kendra working with a
