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“TL?” Sampson said. “That Thao Le?”
“Has to be,” Bree said, sitting forward.
Muller said, “I thought Le got convicted in Prince George’s last year.”
“Got off on appeal four months ago,” O’Donnell said, showing us an investigative file he’d found in McGrath’s desk. “Tommy had evidently been running a solo investigation into Le’s activities since his release.”
“What did he find?” Bree asked.
“That Le was back in the game. Associating with known criminals and members of his old gang. Drugs. Women. Loan-sharking. Extortion.”
“Why wouldn’t Tommy have told someone?” Sampson asked.
“Nailing Le was personal with Tommy,” O’Donnell said. “He even wrote about it. He thought Le was the one who’d planted the evidence in Terry Howard’s case, and even though Terry hated him, Tommy was out to prove it.”
“So maybe Tommy got close enough to spook Le into making good on his threat,” Bree said.
“Where’s Le now?” I asked.
“No clue yet,” O’Donnell said. “But the last two times Le was picked up on weapons charges, he was carrying a forty-five-caliber Remington 1911.”
Chapter
11
I was up before dawn, startled awake by a dream where a pistol-packing Raggedy Ann drove a motorcycle down Rock Creek Parkway, which was littered with fifty-dollar bills. The cash almost covered the corpses of Edita Kravic and Tommy McGrath.
I eased from bed, letting Bree sleep. We’d gotten home after midnight, wolfed down leftovers from the fridge, and gone straight to sleep.
After a shower, I went downstairs to find my ninety-one-year-old grandmother making breakfast.
“You’re up kind of early, Nana Mama,” I said, kissing her on the cheek.
“Big day ahead for you,” she said. “I wanted to make sure it starts right.”
“We appreciate it,” I said. I poured myself some coffee and got the papers from the front porch.
The murder of Tommy McGrath and Edita Kravic led the front page of both the Washington Post and the Washington Times. Chief Michaels was quoted as saying DC Metro had lost one of its best men and that the department would be relentless in its pursuit of the killers. He announced the formation of an elite task force to investigate the murders, and he named me as team leader.
“Pop?”
I glanced up from the papers to see my oldest child, Damon, standing there, looking excited.
I smiled, asked, “You ready?”
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nbsp; “As I’ll ever be.”
“Sit down there and Nana will give you one last proper breakfast.”
Damon’s six foot five and towers over my grandmother. He scooped her up and gave her a kiss, which caused her to shriek with laughter.
“What was that for, young man?” she demanded, looking ruffled when he set her down.
“Just because,” Damon said. “Can I get three eggs this morning?”
She sniffed. “I suppose I can manage it.”
