pulled out the picture of Darryl Childress and told the story. As he talked, Klemmerâs eyes were riveted on the photo.
âTell me something, Ralph. What on earth makes you think an organization like mine would help you find a little mongrel African?â
âMaybe a favor? Like a memorial. A favor to me, in memory of Billy.â
âWhy would you think that? Weâre the White Brotherhood.â
Kane nodded. âI know. But I figured maybe youâd want to discourage white inmates from partnerships with niggers.â
âNiggers?â
âYeah. These assholes are salt-and-pepper, a white guy capering with a nigger.â
Klemmer laughed. âI hope your Internal Affairs people never learn that you used that word. You do remember that unfortunate detective in Los Angeles, the guy in the Simpson case.â
âWell,â said Kane, âthereâs no one here but us kids. Not unless the feds have a bug in the furnace.â
Klemmer shook his head. âSo how do you know it was a white guy and a nigger? The kid must have had a lot of insurance, and the motherâs the only witness. How do you know the family didnât arrange it? The kidâs a jungle bunny. You know the value those people put on human life.â
What a sick fuck! âNo, this was a righteous kidnapping,â Kane said. âDarryl was worth a lot more to them alive than dead.â
Klemmer sat down and again examined the photo. âThis boy represents race pollution at its worst. On TV, no less! I wonder what the Fuhrer would have done with the parents of such a child.â
âForget the parents,â Kane said. âThink about the kidnappers. These guys get away with it, thisâll just encourage more white-black partnerships.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âKlemmer, you know how tight crime partners are with each otherâitâs like a marriage. I donât have to tell you that. So a mixed-race team is sort of likeâwhatâs that old word?âmiscegenation. And if theyâre fucking each other, then itâs homosexual miscegenation.â Kane shook his head in disgust. âI hear that kinda shitâs going on all over in prisons these days.â
Kane studied Klemmerâs face in the dim light. This psychoâs actually buying this bullshit!
Klemmer took a Galil machine gun down from the wall and fondled it. âIâll tell you what, Ralph,â he said finally. âIâll see what I can find out. But there
is
a price tag.â
âWeâve been authorized a thousand bucks. Itâs chump change, I know, but itâs all theyâll authorize.â
âIâm not talking money.â
âThen what
are
you talking about?â
Klemmer grinned, savoring this. âSee, from time to time we could use some help from someone inside the police. Nothing heavy, just a little information.â
âRaid plans. Undercovers. That sort of thing.â
âYes. And it also would be quite helpful to learn if any of our own members ever supply information to the authorities.â He smiled murderously. âYou see, we have a very active counter-intelligence operation. For our own protection.â
So thatâs the deal. Billyâs asshole pal wants me for a spy. He wants me to endanger other cops.
Kane almost laughed aloud. Klemmer hadnât a clue that Kane was going to be a dead man as soon as this job was over.
âItâs a deal,â Kane said. âYou get me something on these two scrotes, then youâve got yourself a righteous snitch.â
1112 hours
E asterly leaned against the wall of an interrogation room, frustrated. Her CCB captain, Nick Georgiades, and two of his female detectives, Alberts and Gregorio, were trying to coax information from a frightened Chinese woman whose command of English was limited. Next to the woman sat an interpreter, a young man with a worried frown.
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