Chuck Hogan - Devils in Exile

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When Neal Maven and a crew of fellow Iraq War veterans begin ripping off Boston-area drug dealers for profit, their lives are quickly put into jeopardy. As Maven’s involvement deepens, two worrisome things happen: he begins to suspect that their leader has a sinister ulterior motive, and he lusts after the leader’s girl — a tough former model with a drug problem. As the rip-off jobs get riskier, Maven and his crew are soon pursued by both a smart federal DEA agent and by a pair of psychopathic Jamaican hit men on a drug lords’ payroll. When everything goes bad — and it goes very bad — Maven embarks on a one-man crusade to right the wrongs in which he unwittingly participated. Not everyone will survive his crusade, and Maven himself may not live to see the final outcome...

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They crossed Old Colony near the JFK/UMass station, staying wide of the commuters, drifting underneath a bridge.

“Fuckers staying busy,” said Tricky. “I ain’t heard all that much, past couple a weeks, but I don’t hear everything neither.”

Lash said, “Street prices going up.”

“Up, up, up. Cost of doing business. Supply drying up all over. Seller’s market out here.”

No economic system was as pure and elastic as street economy. Tricky showed Lash what he had brought him here for, the tag on the stanchion beneath the bridge, painted red and fresh: BANDITS 25/PER D-O-A.

“A street bounty,” said Tricky. “Twenty-five g’s each. Dead or alive.”

“That’s a lot of bones.”

“Four bandits is six figs. Tol’ you this serious. Somebody gonna get popped .”

Lash foresaw dead-enders banding together, bandits hunting the Bandits, turning Boston into the Wild West. “Who put it out?”

“We in Broadhouse turf, but I’d put it on L or C.” Lockerty or Crassion, the other two Pins. “Probably Lockerty. It’s his house getting hurt the most.”

“You know this?”

“Who knows anything? It’s what I hear.”

“You wouldn’t just be protecting your own boss?”

“My boss of bosses. That’d be like you hustling to protect your top man in D.C. Broads can take care hisself.”

Lash unfolded the ATM surveillance photo, another copy, this one without Maven’s vitals on the back. Showed it to Tricky.

Tricky pointed to Vasco. “That Bob?”

“Who’s Bob?”

“What you call a guy, cut off his arms and legs, throw him in the river.”

Lash nodded. “That’s Bob. Vasco, the Venezuelan. What about the woman?”

“Shit. I remember blondes much better.” An ambulance siren went screaming past them, down the Southeast Expressway. “You got my attention though.”

“It could be coincidence, a blind alley, nothing.”

“Not if you’re showing it to me.” Tricky one-eyed the photo, working through it. “A girl, huh? Part of the outfit? What you think?”

Lash didn’t tell Tricky about the phantom minutes on Vasco’s mobile, and the bum numbers to a temp phone. Or what Schramm said about needing somebody close to get access to Vasco’s phone. The Venezuelan’s credit card indicated a bunch of restaurant charges in the weeks leading up to his death, the amounts indicating dinners for two.

The sun was coming up over the first buildings, oranging the bridge. Lash folded up the photo printout. “Let me hear from you. Anything. I want to be the one to settle this, not leave it to the streets. And, hey — if I hear you cashing in these mo-mos yourself, we don’t have a pleasant relationship no more, you feel me?”

Tricky flat-smiled him from within his heavyweight hoodie cowl. “I’ll take that under consideration.”

Painted Rock

Termino must have tipped Royce, because Royce was in the kitchen pouring himself a glass of FIJI water when they got back from the surveillance.

Glade started speaking as soon as the door was closed. “So now there’s a fucking price on our heads.”

They had overheard their name during a ghost-phone snoop. Bad guys talking about a bounty on the Sugar Bandits, making plans accordingly.

Royce said, “That scares you.”

Glade rocked back as though Royce had swung a pillow at him. “It doesn’t make me feel good.”

“It’s a mark of honor. A sign of respect.”

Glade smiled sideways, looking at Royce as if he were being put on. “Okay, I gotta call bullshit on that one.”

Termino, laying his keys on the counter, said, “What’d you expect? We’d steal from these kingpins, and they’d like it?”

Royce said, “We stay tight, stay alert — we’re solid. Nothing has changed.”

Suarez said, “Nobody expected us before. We swooped in like ghosts. Now they’re looking for us. Waiting for us — expecting us.”

Maven said, “These guys are hiring cops now. That’s right — real cops. Dirty cops.”

Royce keyed in on that. “More.”

Maven said, “They got on to a BPD cop out of Hyde Park, and his partner.”

“You get names?”

Maven nodded.

“They’re paying protection?”

“For an escort. Sellers and buyers going in fifty-fifty.”

“How much?”

“Five hundy a key.”

Royce nodded, wheels turning. “That’s a good piece. What’s the load?”

“Between eighty and a hundred twenty keys.”

Royce smiled after a moment. “The tougher it gets to move the goods, the more they have to try to shove through at once. The more we take down, the bigger the scores that come to us.”

Glade said, “Did you miss the part about the cops?”

“So what?” said Royce. “As long as it’s not a surprise. We still have all the advantages. Anything we see coming we can neutralize.”

Suarez sat down on one of the padded stools, taking weight off his healing leg. “People coming at us now, instead of the other way around — that changes the game.”

“So we change with it. Come on. You’ve all dealt with insurgents before. This is the fun part. Unless you guys want to tail off, feel you have enough money...”

Maven grinned. Royce challenging them and enticing them at the same time. Playing Glade and Suarez like puppies.

Royce said, “How much you all worth anyway? Maybe I’ll turn you in myself.”

Begrudging smiles. Termino went to get himself a beer.

Royce said, “Step back and see this for what it is. This says we are making a significant impact. It says we are now the Man in town. Not the fuzz. Not the kingpins. Us, right here. And nobody knows anything about us, and nobody’s gonna know anything about us. So long as we stay razor sharp, as always.”

After silent nods, Glade said, “So, what, do we drop these guys? Wait for the next gig?”

“Are you high? Eighty to one hundred twenty keys?”

Termino returned with his beer. “Hell, fifty keys would be a major score.”

“But,” said Glade, “how’re we gonna work around cops?”

Royce looked at Termino. A thinking look, not a knowing look. Maven was still trying to read Royce. This turn of events had the side effect of revealing Royce and Termino’s partnership within the crew. Termino was Royce’s eyes and ears with the rest of them — which meant what? Was Royce being careful? Or concerned about something else?

Roycey.

Maven had all but ruled out Clearwater’s characterization. There had to be many Brad Royces out there. Plus, Clearwater’s memory had been a little squishy about other things.

Royce said, “All we’ve been through, and sometimes I think you haven’t learned a goddamn thing. Who’s got the most to lose in this whole thing? Not us, no. Hiding behind a badge — that makes a dirty cop supervulnerable. If we play it right.”

Suarez sat forward. “And how is that?”

Royce started to speak as the door opened. Danielle stepped inside, the five of them clustered around the granite countertop like players over a Stratego board. She wore tight jeans and a long, hippie-type blouse of thin, white linen, cinched up and bow-tied halfway down her waist, making a shelf for her chest.

She said, “You forgot to put up the NO GIRLS ALLOWED sign.”

Royce said, “What is it, darling?”

“I need to borrow Maven.” She turned to Maven. “I need a ride.”

Maven felt the others stir. He had become her unofficial chauffeur, and that had been all right with him in the beginning, when he was getting to know her. Now she expected him to come when she snapped. Now it made him look different in their eyes.

Maven said, “We’re right in the middle of something here.”

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