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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She tugged on the front of his shorts. She was undoing his belt. Unbuttoning the top button.

He touched her arms. Didn’t grab or hold them. A halfhearted protest at best.

“What?” She had his shorts open. She wasn’t stopping.

“Just... not here... not this way.”

She said, “Don’t you know by now that nothing ever happens the way you think it will?”

She untied her blouse and pulled it off her shoulders, hooking her thumbs into the straps of her bra and bringing them down so that her breasts fell over the band.

He was on overload. He was so hard, he could barely feel her hand gripping him.

“Jesus,” she said.

If only he had known, he would have jerked off that morning. He told her, “We might have to go twice.”

At some point, a midafternoon train raced past, Maven vaguely aware of the warning horn, the boulder vibrating beneath them. The rest was all a collision of past and present, of desire and attainment.

Then the drive home.

Maven started twenty different conversations in his head, none of which made it out of his mouth. Danielle sat with her eyes closed, probably not sleeping. Dreaming, maybe, but not sleeping.

Her smell was all over him. He didn’t regret this yet, if he would at all. He only wanted to know, what next? What do we do now? Will this ever happen again?

He backed into the alley garage, killed the engine, pressed the steering-wheel button to lower the garage door.

She turned to him and kissed him before he could speak, long but not deep. A shut-up kiss. She got out of the car, and he did the same.

Royce was coming downstairs with Termino as they went up. Maven was a few steps behind Danielle.

“Everything okay?” Royce asked, stopping.

Danielle shrugged and said, “Ask Gridley,” walking past him to the third floor.

Royce watched her go a moment, then turned to Maven. Maven gripped the handrail tightly, transferring all his panic there, so that the rest of him looked relaxed.

Royce said, “That bad, huh? You look like you’ve been through the wringer.”

Maven felt Termino eyeing him more than Royce. “She, uh... we split a six-pack.”

Royce nodded and continued down the stairs, patting Maven lightly on the shoulder. “You could have said no, you know.”

Maven didn’t like the grin Termino gave him as he went past.

Gyroscope

Maven heard the blow-dryer turn off. he rolled over, sunlight slanting across the rumpled white comforter. The bathroom door opened and Samara came out dressed in a tan and brown suit.

Maven pushed up a bit, his bare shoulders and his head visible. “Another interview?”

“For a job I don’t even really want. With a company that probably won’t hire me. My career counselor suggested a few test interviews to warm up.” She found her wristwatch on the nightstand, next to his. “Wish I had your life.”

“No.” Maven picked up the toy gyroscope next to the alarm clock. A physics course requirement her sophomore year. “Just my hours.”

He wound the string through the eyehole and got it spinning on the pad of his finger, the rotor tumbling inside the whirring gimbals while the exterior remained fixed.

She put in earrings. “Trouble at home?”

“Huh?” he said, unable to look up from the inner workings of the device.

“I like you spending time here, don’t get me wrong. I just can’t tell if it’s me or that you need a place to chill.”

He transferred the gyroscope to the middle finger of his opposite hand so that he could reach for her leg where her skirt stopped below her knee. “Why don’t you stay awhile if the interview is a nothing?”

She batted away his hand. “You’re a bad influence.” She walked away into the kitchen. “Now — out of my bed.”

She was gone by the time he emerged from the shower. He tossed his things into his backpack, finding his MP3 player on her laptop — Samara was a Freestyle music freak, late-1980s and early-1990s dance tunes, which she loaded onto his player while he slept — and headed out the door with his pack slung over one shoulder, munching toast.

As he turned off the stoop toward Cambridge Street, a body exited a parked car across the street. Maven did not turn to look. He kept on walking toward the busy intersection, listening to the shoes scuffing the sidewalk behind him. If it was a gunman, this was going to be bad. He made ready to throw off his backpack, stopping and turning fast.

“Easy there, tiger.” It was the DEA agent, Lash, wearing a long, asphalt-colored raincoat, a pen and a small notebook in his hand like a reporter.

Maven looked around for more agents. Lash was alone.

“You should really go down to the registry, update your license. Seems you no longer live in Quincy. In fact, it seems you have no known address. Got your motorcycle regged here, yet you’re not on the lease and the landlord doesn’t know you.”

Maven nodded, but inside he was cursing himself. Still — better to do this here than outside Marlborough Street.

“I got some bill collectors on me, I’m saving up to pay them off.”

“Must be some heavy bills. You’re living here now?”

“Kind of bouncing around with friends. Getting back on my feet.”

Lash smiled. “You look pretty solid on your feet, you ask me.” Lash put away the pen and notebook. “I wonder what it is you’re up to.”

Maven gave him his best shrug. “Just trying to live my life, man.”

“I was going to ask your girlfriend when she came out, but I thought I’d give you a shot at explaining yourself first.”

Maven bristled at the thought of Samara being buttonholed by a federal agent.

“Now, I did you a solid there,” said Lash. “Least you can do is answer a couple of questions.”

Maven turned his hands up in a gesture of Go ahead .

“Had any more time to think about that girl you were fighting over?”

Danielle again. “When do I get to know what the hell this is about? You said you were from the Drug Enforcement Agency?”

“Administration.”

“What?”

“It’s the Drug Enforcement Administration. Common mistake.”

“Okay. What does anything have to do with me?”

“That’s what I’m here about.”

“Nothing, is what this has to do with me. I stay far away from that shit. Would a piss test get you off my back?”

“Probably not.”

“Okay...”

“I don’t waste my time with end users. That’s like picking crumbs out of the carpet. They got vacuum cleaners for that shit. I’m about where these crumbs break off from. The big cookie, shall we say.”

Maven shook his head. “No idea what the hell you’re talking about.”

Lash smiled, having trouble reading Maven. “See, there’s this gang of thieves going around, ripping off players. High-level players. Six-figure deals, not street-corner shakedown. They hit the transaction itself, knocking out both sides, buyers and sellers, pocketing the cash but trashing the stash.”

Maven put forward a shrug. “Sounds good to me. I don’t see the problem.”

“Problem is, that’s my job they’re doing. And not doing it well. Busting up sales without jailing any dealers just ramps things up out on the street. Makes bad people paranoid, and paranoid people crazy.”

Maven said nothing, waiting.

“This spring, I had this importer, name of Gilberto Vasco, a Venezuelan, highly placed, thaw out dead in the Charles, his hands and tongue cut off. Seems he’d been taken off by these guys a few months before. Now you say, ‘What’s one less drug dealer?’ And you’re right. No argument from me. But dig this. These bandits who maybe think they’re on their way to becoming folk heroes — this murder could just as easily get pinned on them. So there’s that.”

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