there?â
Sandy shades her eyes from the bright winter sun. âThe wind must be brutal.â
Up there, a man huddles down in blankets between the bushes. Sunlight glints off glassâbinoculars. âNot a homeless guyâDanielâs handler. Change of plans. You guys wait here. If three ugly goons show up, text me, okay?â
âSure.â Sam basks in Sandyâs approval of seeing the cop and throws the Frisbee again.
Backtracking along Sixth Street and under the railroad overpass, I reach the unmarked police car. Next to it there are footprints leading up the snowy embankment. Grabbing onto small bushes to haul myself along, I follow them. Given the marks in the snow, Gravel Voice (ninety-nine percent sure thatâs him up there) had more problems doing it. Once on the railroad tracks, itâs an easy if blustery walk to the man huddled under his blanket. The wind whips against my face as I come up behind him.
***
The skate parkâs concrete dome curves upward like an origami craneâs wings, providing Gravel Voice with an unobstructed view of the action. Heâs got an open Thermos that reeks of power-spiced chili, but itâs getting cold. One gloved hand holds his binoculars, while the other has a cell phone cupped to his ear. Because of the wind, heâs yelling into it:
âI know heâs my first CI, but heâs not what heâs supposed to be. Heâs out of his element. Heâs going to get hurt again.â
CI is the term Sandy uses for snitch; CI for confidential informant. Up above him, I squat down and listen without a bit of guilt. This creep thought I wanted to buy drugs. This creep intimidated me into backing off. Even Daniel hadnât managed that. Anger bunches up my muscles. I really hate this guy. From below, Sandy waves. Gravel Voice is too busy to notice. His binocs are trained on the dome itself. From this vantage point, he also has a clear shot of the bike path leading to Joint Row where Daniel had been beaten.
Gravel Voice listens some more. Then he says, âI know. I know. I heard it all at that conference like everyone else. They drilled it into my head that dime pushers can be pros at hiding their drug involvement, but this is not adding up.â
Balancing on my two feet, I slide down into his sightline. The binocs drop and his hand reaches for his sidearm, upsetting his chili. All that goody goodness oozes down the incline. Caught off guard, heâs slowâreally slow. I stare at him, and yeah, he can tell that Iâm POâd.
He says into the phone, âIâll have to call you back.â Slowly his weapon hand relaxes. âAnd you would be?â
âThe girl you assumed wanted to buy drugs, you creep.â
Twelve
Yeah, I called a small town cop a creep. Thatâs not smart. One word from him and every police officer in town will be on my case. They might follow me around looking for every speed and roll-through-stop sign violation that I make. But, he ticked me off.
âKami?â
âThe one and only. It worked, you know, for a while. I backed off, but not anymore.â
That gets to him. Is he seeing his snitchâs value disappear?
I pile on. âWhat happens if I tell everyone that heâs a confidential informant? Howâd that go over at the cop shop?â
Down in the parking lot, the three goons exit a beat-up Chevy and wait for traffic to cross Sixth Street. Timeâs up. Grinding my teeth so hard Gravel Voice should hear it, I head straight down the embankment. âFor the record, I wonât do that, because Daniel wouldnât want me to. But he isnât alone anymore. Weâre helping him.â
He stops me as I pass him, grabbing my arm. âThis is dangerous .â
âDah. Who was there when he was beat up? You?â
âOur communication got messed up. Besides, I thought he knew what he was doing.â
âDid you guys even try to confirm if
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