Secret Combinations by Gordon Cope Read Free Book Online

yesterday morning.”
    â€œShit, what happened?”
    â€œHis lawyer gave the bail judge a blow-job. He showed that his client never received any stolen goods.”
    Kenyon cursed under his breath. He’d been afraid this would happen. Deaver had forced them to go off half-cocked before they could gather sufficient evidence, and now Dahg’s lawyer was sinking their case. “What about the fact his pals murdered Simon? Didn’t the judge think that was important enough to keep him locked up?”
    â€œNothing to tie him to the murder, except for a conspiracy that was based on an anonymous tip,” said Leroi. “And it gets worse.”
    â€œDon’t tell me.”
    â€œDahg’s lawyer found out about the e-mail you got. He says he’s going to sue the state for infringement of rights.”
    Kenyon sighed. “Well, one good thing,” he said.
    â€œWhat’s that?”
    â€œDahg’s gonna be gunning for the guys who set him up. We got a bead on him?”
    â€œYeah, we got a twenty-four-hour tail. Judge won’t give us a wire, though. Says we have to work up a better case.”
    â€œWe’ll get it.” Jack pulled out the address Tanya O’Neill had given him and read off Lydia’s phone number. “When Marge gets in, can you have her give me a call?”
    â€œWill do. Hey, before I forget, I know there’s something Marge’d love for you to bring back: a box of Cuban cigars. It’s legal to buy them over there.”
    â€œYeah, but not to bring ’em back.”
    â€œWhat are you, a boy scout?”
    â€œYeah, as a matter of fact. Anything for you?”
    â€œA pair of sexy French shoes. Size eight.”
    Kenyon laughed. “Will do. Over and out.”
    The cab had stopped at a light, and Harry glanced in the rear-view at Kenyon. “Say, you with the CIA , or something?”
    â€œNo, FBI .”
    The light turned green, and Harry shifted the car into gear. “That explains it, then.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œThe guy what’s been following us.” Harry pulled his sun visor down, then tilted the mirror attached underneath until Kenyon could see out the back. “You see that Range Rover, about three cars back, next lane over? Friend a’ yours?”
    Kenyon leaned forward and peered at the mirror. He could see the large, black 4X4 amid the traffic. The side was dented, and mud had sprayed up from the wheel wells, covering the fenders. The driver was the lone occupant and appeared to be a man, but it was too far back for Kenyon to make out any more details. “How long’s he been tailing us?”
    â€œHe was parked near me in New Square,” replied the cabbie. “He’s been followin’ us since I picked you up.”
    â€œYou sure it’s not a coincidence?”
    â€œOnly one way to find out.” Harry turned sharply to the right, cutting across traffic and racing up a side lane. Behind them, they could hear the honking of horns as someone tried to follow across the crowded road.
    They reached the far end of the lane, and waited. A few seconds later, the Rover entered the side lane.
    â€œWhat do you think?” asked Harry.
    â€œWe got a tail, all right,” agreed Kenyon. “Can you shake him?”
    â€œCourse I can, guv.” Harry accelerated the cab. “Don’t you want to know who it is, though?”
    â€œYeah, but how are we going to find out?”
    â€œWell, there’s two of us lads and, as far as I can see, only one of him.”
    â€œSo?”
    â€œSo, we find a nice, quiet spot, and ask him real polite like, why he’s tailin’ your arse.” Harry grinned widely. Kenyon noticed several of his front teeth had been replaced with gold crowns.
    â€œWhat’s your plan?” asked Kenyon.
    Harry reached under the seat and pulled out a cap. “Put this on and sit low in the seat, so only the cap shows in the