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.I ll be on television givinga press conference in which I tearfully name all my confidential sources. He lockedgazes with James. Are we done with the posturing? James sighed.He and Keegan had played this game for years.Although he hated to admit it, Keegan had his ear to the ground and was as comfortable with the underworldas he was with the police.Their arrangement had brought many criminals to justice andraised Keegan s profile as a star reporter.Everyone was happy. Could be a new street drug. Keegan s eyes snapped to his. Now you have my attention.That makes more sense ifRider was involved. James shrugged. It s all I have. Keegan leaned in close and lowered his voice. I ve heard he likes swimming. More. With the fishes. Damn.His key witness was dead.Keegan glanced over James s shoulder and smiled. Look, there s your brother. James turned to see Mark entering the courthouse. He s my friend, not my brother. That s not what I heard.Beat cop and single dad saves a bad-ass kid from thedrugged out pimp dealer who killed his crack-head mother.Gets him off the streets.Raises him alongside his son as his own. He wasn t a bad ass kid, James snapped. He had principles.He went looking forthe dealer to avenge his mother s death, but he was only twelve years old.The dealertried to force him to be a drug mule to pay off his mother s debt.He refused.Dealer slithis throat and left him to die. Keegan continued to watch Mark until the courthouse door slammed behind him. You might want to remind him of those principles.Sometimes they get lost whentemptation comes calling.I met his little temptation last week.Big blue eyes, long, silkychestnut hair.I would have asked her out, but I don t like swimming. Leave them alone, Keegan. Keegan laughed. I leave everyone alone unless there s a story to be told.I love agood story. Chapter ThirteenKaty cringed when yet another tree branch scraped along the side of her SUV.Did shehave the right address? It was hard to imagine anyone used the narrow, overgrowndriveway with any frequency unless Terry Silver didn t care about the paint on hisvehicles.Or his shocks.The repairs to her vehicle from this little venture were going toeat up most of her monthly slush fund.Damn Steven.His child support payments were always late, making it difficult forher to manage the monthly finances.But that was Steven.Totally unreliable.He didn teven need the money.He had rented a small two-bedroom apartment in South Granvillenear the hospital.He drove an old Volvo.He didn t own any man toys and he boughtnothing for the kids.Her salary paid the bills, but with the sizeable mortgage on thehouse, she wasn t left with much at the end of the month.Once she made partner,though, her salary would triple.She could hardly wait to be free of Steven s financialnoose.She parked in front of a small, run-down house with an incredible view of EnglishBay and the North Shore.Siding lay in broken pieces on the ground and exposed woodenpatches dotted the walls and roof like open wounds.What did he do when it rained?Properties here in Kitsilano were exorbitantly priced, and often homes were passeddown through families reluctant to sell their little piece of paradise.Silver s home mustbe one of those.Too expensive to maintain, but too precious to sell.At least he had agreed to see her.Through the coughing and wheezing on the phone,she understood Terry had been told he only had a few weeks left to live, and he hadsomething to get off his chest.Something he said would help Martha and maybe othersas well.But he had refused to talk over the phone.What was it with people and phonesthese days?Katy picked her way over the muddied drive and headed up a stone path to thewooden porch.A rusted lawnmower, broken flower pots and an old swing set werescattered over the grass.Did he have children? If so, they must be grown and gone.She knocked on the screen door, startling when it swung open of its own accord.Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside and called for Terry.No answer.She took amoment to adjust to the gloom.The smell of rotten food and stale air, sickly sweet andpungent, turned her stomach.She gave one last, lingering glance at the door behind herbefore walking down the hallway.Such a tiny little house
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