'Yes, exactly. Major Case Squad's a perfect fit for this position. If anything, it's going to make your job easier.'
This wasn't an offer, I realized, so much as an assignment. When I'd rejoined the force, Perkins had given me just about everything I'd asked for. Now I owed him one, and we both knew it, and he knew that I liked to play fair.
'No title change,' I said. 'I'm an investigator first, not some kind of administrator.'
Perkins grinned across his desk. He also looked relieved. 'Fine with me. Keeps you in the same pay grade.'
'And my cases take priority over anything else I might have to do?'
'I don't think that's going to be a problem,' Heekin said, already standing up to go. He shook my hand again at the door. 'Congratulations, Detective. You're moving up in the world.'
Yeah, I thought. Whether I want to or not.
Chapter 5
DENNY LED THE way, and Mitch followed like the man-child in that old Steinbeck book Of Mice and Men. 'Right up here, bud. Let's keep it moving.'
The tenth floor was also the top floor. Sheets of plastic hung over sections of two-by-four wall frame, with nothing but raw plywood underfoot. A stack of pallets by the Eighteenth Street windows made a good roosting spot.
Denny unrolled the plastic tarp and spread it on the floor. They dropped their packs. He put a hand on Mitch's back and pointed to where they'd just come up.
'Primary exit,' he said, then turned ninety degrees to face another door. 'Alternate exit.' Mitch nodded once each time. 'And if we get separated?'
'Wipe down the weapon, dump it, and meet you back at the car.'
'That's my man.'
They'd been over it maybe fifty times, beginning to end. Drilling was the key. Mitch had all kinds of raw talent, but Denny did the thinking for both of them.
'Any questions?' Denny asked. 'This is the time to ask them. Later on, it won't matter worth a damn.'
'Nah,' Mitch said. His voice had gone flat and distant, the way it always did when he was concentrating on something else. He'd already set the M110, fitted with a sound suppressor, on its bipod and was zeroing it out, calibrating the scope.
Denny assembled his own M21 and slung it flat against his back. If everything went according to plan, he'd never have to use it, but it made sense to have a backup. The Walther was also holstered on his thigh.
He used a compass-set diamond blade to cut a perfect two-inch circle in the window, then pulled the section away with a small suction cup. The streetlights outside sent up a glare that made the window act like a mirror from below.
While Mitch got into position, Denny cleaned another small spot just up and to the left, where he could practically look over Mitch's shoulder and down the rifle barrel. Even their difference in height worked well.
He took his sighting scope out of its case. From here, they had a clear line to the entrance of Taberna del Alabardero. With the scope's 100x magnification, Denny could practically see the pores on the faces of the people coming and going from the hot-shit restaurant.
'Here, piggy, piggy, piggy,' he whispered. 'Hey, Mitch, you know when a pig knows he's had enough to eat?'
'Nope.'
'When he's stuffed.'
'Good one,' Mitch said, in the same dead voice as before. He was in his stance now – a slightly freaky looking, ass out, elbows cocked kind of thing, but it worked for him. Once he hit the position, he would not move or look away until it was over.
Denny made his final check. He eyeballed the steam coming from a vent across the way – how it traveled straight up. The air temperature was approximately sixty degrees. Everything was a go.
All they needed now was a target, and that would be arriving real soon.
'You ready to let this genie out of the bottle, Mitchie?' he asked.
'Who's Jeannie, Denny?'
He chuckled low. Mitch was a beautiful piece of work, he really was. 'Just the girl of your dreams, man. The girl of your wildest goddamned dreams.'
Chapter 6
AT AROUND 7:35, a black Lincoln Navigator pulled up in front of Taberna del Alabardero, a hotsy DC eatery for the stars.
Two men got out of the back on either side and another emerged from the front, while the driver stayed in the car. All three wore dark suits, with barely distinguishable ties.
Banker's tie, thought Denny. Wouldn't wear one to my own funeral.
'The two from the backseat. You got it covered?'
'I got it, Denny.'
Everything was dialed in. The scope's bullet drop compensator would account for the two biggest drags on any bullet – wind, if there was any, and gravity. From this angle, the barrel might be pointing high, but the crosshairs would put Mitch's eye right where it needed to be.
Denny watched the targets through his own scope. This was the best seat in the house. Second best anyway. 'Shooter ready?'
'Ready.'
'Send it.'
Mitch slowly exhaled, then pulled off two shots in the same number of seconds.
Vapor trails showed in the air. Both men went down – one on the sidewalk and the other flat up against the front door of the restaurant. It was kind of visually spectacular, actually – two perfect head shots to the bases of two skulls.
People were already freaking out in the street. The third man literally dove back into the car, while everyone else ran or ducked and covered their heads.
They didn't need to worry. The mission was over. Mitch had already begun to break down – the man was as fast as a speedway mechanic.
Denny unslung the M21, pulled off the magazine, and started packing. Forty seconds later, they were both on the stairs, double-timing it down to street level.
'Hey, Mitch, you weren't planning on running for elected office, were you?'
Mitch laughed. 'Maybe president someday.'
'You did perfect up there. You should be proud.'
'I am proud, Denny. That's two dead crumbums nobody's got to worry about no more.'
'Two dead piggies in the street!'
Mitch squealed, a pretty good imitation of swine, actually, and Denny joined in until their voices echoed up the empty stairwell. Both of them were drunk on how well it had gone. What a rush!
'And you know who the hero of the story is, right, Mitchie?' he asked.
'Nobody but us, man.'
'Damn straight. We did it ourselves. A couple of real live American heroes!'
