I shoot him a scowl. “So you didn’t think to pull him out of the field when you saw him going fucking batshit?”
“No, I didn’t. Which was a bloody mistake on the MI6’s part. I should’ve paid more attention to his shift in personality. I just hated to let him go because he was making such a dent in the war on terrorism.”
“Damn right, it was a mistake! Because of you, he’s here using the skills your people taught him, to hunt and kill innocent people all around this city.”
“Well, I’m here now to correct my mistake.”
“Oh Yeah! Where the fuck was you a month ago when all this shit started?”
He beams a gentle smile. “Detective, we just now found out about him being here. We knew he was in America, but not where.”
He must think I’m the dumbest motherfucker that ever lived.
“Bullshit! My partner’s wife and children are dead because of you fucking people! I jump in his face. “I should book your ass for obstruction!”
“Lobos, enough!” LT barks.
He exhales. “Detective, if you’re done playing the blame game, I got some files you may be interested in; do you have somewhere we can talk or would prefer to continue playing the blame game?”
I push off the wall glowering at him. “Yes, come with me.”
We sit down on opposite sides of the table in the interview room, and he slides a vanilla folder over to me. I open the file, and it shows a picture of David Drake, and below his pic, it shows its skillset.
Extensive hand to hand combat, tactical firearms training, explosives and escape and evasion, survival training and infiltration.
“Looks like a psycho James Bond.”
“Indeed.”
I lean back in the chair, folding my arms. “Have you been in contact with him since these killings started?”
“I lost contact with him after the first victim we found in the river Thames. After that, he disappeared. Then thanks to you, I was informed by my contacts with Interpol yesterday that he was in Tampa. That’s when I was able to zero in on where in America Drake went. Oh, and Detective, you should know he is not beyond killing cops. The body we found in the Thames was a patrol officer.” He closes his eyes and exhales. “He disarmed him and eviscerated the poor lad.” He lowers his head. “Drake… you really have gone round the bend.” He mutters. His eyes narrow. “How did you get those bruises on your face, if you don’t mind me asking, detective?”
I smirk. “Complements of your agent.”
“My god. You’re lucky he did not beat you to death. Most cops who stand in his way don’t survive.”
“He spared me because he said, killing me was not part of his code. Meaning I’m not rich, and I am not evil, he said.”
“Neither was the cop he killed in London. Something to consider, Detective.”
“Look, let’s not dick each other around. He told me he was on a mission from MI6 to wipe out a list of targets he claims my ’partner’s wife was one of them.”
He looks at me with a frown. “The man is delusional, He still thinks he is doing missions for us.”
There is a foul stench in the air, and it’s all radiating from this asshole’s lying fucking mouth.
“You’re lucky. Next time kill him, or you won’t be so lucky.”
“I’m a cop, Agent Conroy. Not one of your government-sanctioned killers.”
The corner of his mouth curves up. “Based on what I’ve seen about you American cops, there’s not much difference. Anyway, if you’re smart, you’ll kill him on sight.” He crosses his legs. “I read up on you, you were CID in Iraq, and you killed some of your fellow soldiers who were trying to stop you from exposing their drug racket. You also acquired an impressive kill count when you were in the DEA.”
My nostrils flare in disgust. “I did what I had to do. What’s your point?”
“My point is, you were a killer. Be a killer again. That is the only way you’re going to stop him.”
My jaw clenches. “I think you pretty much worn out your welcome, Agent Conroy.”
“It would seem so.” He sighs. As he stands from the chair, a smug glare forms on his face. “Good day, Detective.” He leaves the room.
Yeah, like I’m going to fuck my career up for that asshole or Drake.
***
I return to Frank’s office and sit down. “Well, I was just told by Mr. James Bond; the only way to stop Drake is to kill him.”
“What’d you tell him?”
“I told him I am a cop, not some government assassin.”
His expression dulls. “I can sense there is a ‘But’ in there,” he says, sipping a bottle of water.
“But, he may not leave us any choice, considering how he’s not afraid to butcher cops and their families. So it’s best we warn the uniforms not to arrest him without back up.”
“Yes, and that goes double for you. Now go back home it’s still your day off, that’s an order.”
Oh well, I may as well make the most of this day off. I text Greg.
At my house now. I need to unwind. Bring condoms and a bottle of Wild Turkey.
Sure thing. Does the Wild turkey need to be stuffed too?
Shut up and get over here before I start without you.
I wanted a day off about like I wanted to go to AA. Oh well, my bed is starting to feel cold again anyway.
I pull into my Condos parking lot and see Greg sitting in his car. I admire a fuck buddy who is always on time.
I get out of the car, stroll over to his car, knocking on the
