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Chapter 25

Rico bowed his head and sighed when he spotted Mack and Penhall walking into the jazz club. He shook his head, before looking off to the side. Penhall stood in front of the freshly polished wood grain table, across from Rico. He placed his hands on the table, shoulder length apart while glaring into Rico's eyes. Rico folded his arms on top of the table, one arm at a time, while leaning over them. "What's up Doug?"

Doug clinched his jaw while speaking through his teeth. "Where's my brother?"

"Do I look like his secretary?" Rico scoffed. "Call his cell phone."

"We did." Penhall snarled. "He's not answering, so…"

"Wait a minute…" Rico burrowed his brows in confusion. "He's not answering his phone, so…" He sat back while placing his hand to his chest. "You came to me?"

"If he's not with us," Penhall's kicked his head in Mack's direction. "Then he's got to be with you."

"He's a grown ass man." Rico slowly shrugged. "He only reports to me when there's work to be done." He traced the beads of sweat accumulating on the side on his frosty glass of Vodka. "Maybe he took my advice and finally got laid."

"Maybe" Mack plainly stated before walking over to a nearby table and picking up a beer bottle that was half full.

Penhall stood up straight and folded his arms across his chest while staring down at Rico. "I think you know where he is."

"Yeah?...Well…" Rico ran his index and middle fingers back and forth under his chin. "I think he's a big boy who doesn't need his younger brothers sniffing around for him like they're some lost puppies."

Mack extended his arm and flipped the beer bottle upside down, emptying the golden beverage onto the floor. He sneered at the splashes of foam it made as it hit the floor. "This is a nice place you got here." Mack shook the bottle empty with his left hand before shoving his right hand into his jeans pocket. He dropped his head back and scanned the ceiling. "Is it insured?"

A disapproving grimace engulfed Rico's face when he noticed what Mack was doing. "What's wrong with you? You idiot!" He started to stand and Penhall shoved him back down.

Rico batted Doug's hand away and tried to stand again, but Penhall pulled out his gun and aimed it at Rico as he rose from his seat once more. "I think my brother asked you a question." He took the safety off of the gun and Rico sat back down. "It might be in your best interest to answer him." He saw the infuriated look on Rico's face. "Now's good for me...Now good for you Tony?"

Mack shot a vengeful glare at Rico. "Perfect."

"I wouldn't know…" Rico watched Mack circle the table like a shark stalking its prey. "I don't own it."

Mack leveled his head and chuckled. "My brother's been in this game a long time." He pulled a silver flip top Zippo lighter from his pocket. "He does his homework." He flipped the top of the lighter open, and was immediately greeted by the erection of a long blue flame, subtly waving like a flag in a gentle breeze. He pulled the other hand out of his pocket and picked up a white cloth napkin from the table. "He knows exactly what you own, and…" He quickly shook it out and shoved it into Rico's drink. "What you don't."

Rico jerked back and narrowed his brows in shock. "What the hell are you doing?"

"We'll ask you again…" Mack wrung the cloth out over the table, before pouring the rest of his drink into the beer bottle.

Penhall's scowl deepened as he continued to glare at Rico. "Where's my brother?"

Rico anxiously pointed to Mack. "What's he doing?"

"He likes to watch things burn." Penhall nonchalantly replied before lifting his brows, slightly amused at how nervous Rico was. "I asked you a question."

"He wouldn't…" His eyes shifted to Mack, who was shoving the cloth into the beer bottle, leaving a couple of inches hanging out of it. The fear on Rico's face was becoming more intense as he stared at Mack, who was watching the flame sway in awe. "You wouldn't…"

"Tell me where my brother is, or…" Mack smirked. "I'm going to have a lot of fun…real fast."

"I left him in Booker's room." Rico quickly answered. "Check the hospital."

"We did." Penhall stuck his fingers into his jeans pockets while glancing up at the ceiling. "Try again, or..." He flatly stated while leveling his head. "My brother lights this joint up like the fourth of July."

Rico sat up while slowly lowering his brows. "I don't know where he is…WAIT!" He held his hands out defensively as he watched Mack gradually move the alcohol soaked cloth and the lighter closer together. "The Senator hired me to take him out. But, I couldn't do it…" He slowly exhaled, slightly relieved Mack moved the napkin and lighter further apart. "I tried to…" He gave in to a disappointed shrug. "Well….you know your brother." He scoffed.

"I'm starting to feel a cold breeze…" Mack's head swiveled in Doug's direction. "Maybe I should turn on some heat."

"I'm a little chilly myself." Doug shifted his weight to the opposite leg while placing his hands at his hips. "How 'bout you Rico?...Feeling a little….cold?"

"Alright!...Alright!" Rico's eyes quickly shifted between Doug and Mack and then back again. "Bryce told me XT was a cop. He told me that he was sent in to watch me." He innocently shrugged. "I didn't believe him, but he gave me a few fat stacks of cash, so…."

"So, you took Bryce's word for it?" Mack flipped the lighter closed while deepening his scowl.

"Hell no!" Rico shook his head in laughter. "That man's too cold hearted and ruthless to be a cop. He'd kill a cop, but be one?" He chuckled in disbelief. "You'd have to care about people to do that and your brother?" He shook his head before licking his lips. "I went after him, because I follow the money. Bryce paid me to do a job and I was going to do it."

Penhall cocked his head to the side and folded his arms over each other. "But?"

Rico bowed his head and clinched his jaw. "I guess. Tommy's instincts were a little sharper than mine."

A proud smirk pulled at the side of Doug's mouth. "That's…(chuckle)" He cleared his throat when a thought occurred to him. "So, you didn't kill Tommy?"

"No" Rico softly confessed.

Mack set the beer bottle on the table and frowned in curiosity. "Does Bryce know that?"

Rico licked his lips as his eyes shifted to his empty glass. Penhall's eyes briefly closed while dropping his head back. He smoothed his hand over his mouth, over his chin and down his neck as his anger filled his body. "Where'd he take him?" He growled while leveling his head, but Rico didn't speak. "Rico, where…is…my…brother?" His tone became more aggressive with every word, but Rico didn't utter a word. Penhall rushed over to Rico, grabbed him by the collar and left about a half of inch of space between their faces as he spoke through his teeth. "Where is he?"

Rico searched Penhall's eyes. "I…don't…know." He growled back.

Penhall released his grip while pushing Rico away from him. He scanned the people around him before nodding in defeat. "Alright, we'll play it your way." He turned around and slapped the back of his hand to Mack's arm. "Let's go." Penhall and Mack casually strolled out of the club without looking back. The night air hit their faces again, and they took deep breaths before reaching their car. Mack placed his hand on the door handle of the passenger side door of Hanson's Mustang and looked off to the side at a man sitting in the passenger side of an unmarked vehicle. He kicked his head back and the man nodded in response.

"We're on our way to headquarters." Ioki announced as he emerged from Hanson's office.

Kip was close behind him, with his head bowed while sending another text message to Hanson. "Rivera's downtown with two truckloads of product, they confiscated from the sewers."

Ioki stopped at the table in the center of the bull pin. Judy sat on top of the table with her feet in the wooden chair parallel to the table. She was hunched over her lap with her forearms resting on her thighs. Her eyes were watery, red and swollen. She rolled a tissue around in her right hand as she helplessly stared at Hanson's office, silently praying that he was okay. Fuller stood next to her with his head down. He was staring at the long, rectangular wooden table, deep in thought. Harry shifted through a few photos of the inventory that he printed out from the email Rivera sent him. "Sounds like it'll line up with the records I found in Bryce's safe."

"Has anyone heard from Hanson?" Kip burrowed his brows and sighed as his eyes shifted from Judy to his father and back again. "I've been calling and texting him for about two hours now."

"I told you, he's probably with Rico and he's not going to pick up if he is." Ioki pulled his focus from the pictures and briefly glanced at Kip and then Fuller, and Judy. "What's wrong?"

She blotted her damp cheeks, sniffled, and rolled her head back and around to help her focus. "He's.." She cleared her throat. "He's missing." She dropped her head and took a deep breath, before slowly exhaling. "Tony and Doug are looking for Rico…They think he knows where he is." Judy sniffled. "They found Hanson's…" She put her tissue to her nose and shook her head.

Fuller met his eyes with Harry's. "They found the bandana he used to wear when he and Doug were the McQuaids. We think Hanson dropped it by the door," He rolled his hand in a circular motion. "As a clue."

"The white one he cut down from the…" Harry put his index fingers and thumbs in the center of his forehead and spread them around his head in opposite directions. He continued the imaginary cloth with his right hand, down the center of the back of his head and down the right side of his body. He saw Fuller nod and immediately shook his head. "Nah, Chief…he carried that thing around to keep him in character during tough cases." Harry lifted his shoulder in an uncomfortable shrug while looking at Judy and then back at Fuller. "We don't get them much tougher than this…you know?" He softly stated.

Kip quickly dialed Mack's number while making his way back to Hanson's office. "Mack?" He narrowed his brows. "What's going on?"

"I want to talk to him when you're done!" Judy shouted.

Kip waved his hand in the air, in confirmation before disappearing back into the office.

Hanson felt his phone vibrating for what felt like the hundredth time as he stood between the two large men, watching his grave being dug. A million thoughts rushed through his mind with each passing second. But, it was Booker who had him the most concerned at this moment. He knew that the injection he made, would keep him alive for awhile longer, and he only had a few hours to make sure he received his second injection. He dropped his head forward and shifted his weight when he heard the truck carrying his casket pulling up to park next to the limo. His heart felt like it was beating out of his chest. His scowl deepened as he fought to keep his composure. He heard the doors to the truck slam shut, followed by footsteps trudging through the dirt. He lifted his head to look at the owner of the dress shoes standing in front of him. Relief washed over him when he saw Clavo's worried face staring back at him. "A little past your bedtime son, won't your mother be worried?"

"By the looks of things." Clavo cleared his throat, forcing himself to stay focused. "Its…lights out for you." His voice trailed off as he spoke. This was the first time that he'd remembered seeing his Godfather this vulnerable. He'd always been able to rely on Hanson to help him out, give him advice or bail him out when he was in a tough spot on a case. But, tonight was different. Clavo didn't know what to do or where to turn for help. He and Hanson were outnumbered and surrounded by people who wanted his Uncle dead. He wasn't clear about what role the Senator wanted Clavo to play in all of this and he wasn't sure how he'd get him and Hanson out of this safely.

"That's the rumor." Hanson winked to ease some of the fear he saw in Clavo's eyes. It was slowly breaking his heart to see his Godson so afraid. He cut his eyes toward the truck and then back to Clavo. He watched Clavo frown in confusion. Hanson glanced in the direction of the bodyguard to his left and then his right before glancing at the truck once more. He looked back at Clavo and slowly raised his brows before searching Clavo's eyes to see if he understood.

"Fellas?" Clavo eyes shifted between the bodyguard on Hanson's left and then his right. "Why don't you take the coffin down to the grave site and Anthony and I will babysit."

"Yes Sir, Mr. Garcia." The bodyguard to the left nodded in agreement, before walking to the bed of the truck while the other bodyguard disappeared to the opposite side of the truck.

"Everett….Anthony…" The Senator emerged from the darkness. "You bring our friend here, his new bed?" He walked up from behind Clavo. "I'm eager to know if it's the right size." He chuckled. "Not that we wouldn't find a way to stuff him in it if it doesn't fit."

Judy was still perched on top of the table in the bull pin. She turned around to the commotion coming from behind her. "HERE?" She furiously yelled as she watched two patrolmen bring Rico through the Chapel's entrance, with his hands cuffed behind his back. "YOU BROUGHT THAT JERK HERE!" She hopped down from the table and stormed over to the holding cell where they were taking him.

Rico narrowed his brows as he looked at Judy's furious face. "Didn't you used to work for me?"

She stopped in front of him, causing the cops standing on both sides of Rico to stop too. She stared into his eyes for over a minute as the cops traded uneasy looks with Fuller, and then Ioki. The rage climbed within her with each passing second, until her body vibrated. The fury in her glare burned into his eyes and her sudden silence was eerie. Rico wanted to say something to her, but her reaction brought him to a loss for words. She quickly reached back and put all of her might into punching him across his face, forcing his knees to buckle. "Where's XT?" She punched him again. "Where is he?"

"Lieutenant!" The cop on the right yelled through a shocked expression.

"I shoulda did you and finished you off when I had the chance!" Rico spit blood on her shirt.

Judy kneed him in the groining, taking Rico down to his knees. The cops yanked Rico up from the ground and Ioki rushed over to Judy. "Jude, calm down!" He grabbed her shoulders and tried to guide her away from Rico, but she kicked Rico in chin before Ioki could pull her away.

The cops holding on to Rico let him fall to the floor, as they continued to look at Judy in shock. "LT, we're going to have to…."

Fuller pointed to Judy with a flattened hand. "Leave her." Concern and empathy engulfed his face. "He's the reason she's having a rough night." He waved his hand as a request for the Officer's to follow him to Hanson's office. "Come here, and I'll fill you in." He pointed to Ioki. "Harry, you have her?"

"Yeah," Harry stood behind Judy and wrapped his arms around her. "We'll find Hanson." He whispered while watching Rico who was lying on the floor in the fetal position, in front of the holding cell, grunting and groaning in pain. "But, you can't take it out on Rico. Penhall said he doesn't know where Hanson is."

"You're right." The combination of rage and fear made her feel slightly out of control and at war with herself. Something told her that Rico knew more than he was letting on, and she wasn't going to leave him alone until she was confident that she knew everything he did. The only thing that worried her was her inability to control her temper around the man who not only sent someone to rape and then kill her, but he tried to do it himself when his flunky failed. "Let's get him to the other interrogation room and question him." She walked over to Hanson's office and opened the door. The two cops glanced at the floor and shifted their weight. "Harry needs help taking that scum to the other interrogation room."

"Right away, LT Hanson." One of the cops squeezed her shoulder as he walked by her.

"Sure thing, Lieutenant Hanson." The other one placed his hand on her shoulder, allowing it to slide down her arm as he left the room.

"Thanks" She flashed a quick smile before meeting her eyes with Fuller's. "I know….I'm sorry, and I don't want to hear it."

"Okay…Accepted, and I can't just let that go." Fuller plainly confessed. "Look, Judy….I understand that…"

"You don't…" The stinging in her eyes intensified as she struggled to fight back her tears. "He's…" She bit her lip, shook her head and glanced at the ceiling. "He's…my everything." She looked back at Fuller. "The sun rises and sets in that man, and I don't know if I can…" She exhaled when she spotted their recent family photo in a frame on top of Hanson's desk. "I don't want…I don't want to know what my life would be like without him. He's my heart, Chief and I…" She placed her hand to her chest. "I can't breathe without him. I need to find him….I need to know he's okay."

"Okay" Fuller walked around Hanson's desk. "We're going to find him. But, I need you to keep your head." He watched her head fall forward before nodding. He hugged her and she hugged him back. "We'll find him, Jude."

"Can I have a minute?" She pulled away from him.

"Sure," Fuller squeezed the side of her arms before leaving Tom's office.

Judy scanned her husband's office and inhaled deeply before slowly exhaling. She walked around Hanson's desk and sat in his chair. She closed her eyes, gradually wrapping her arms around her, hugging herself when she felt his presence around her. She chuckled when she remembered the last encounter she had with him in this chair, and wished she was back in here under the same circumstances. She remembered his eyes, his smile, his hair, his sexy scowl, and the warmth of his body around hers. She remembered the taste of his lips and the charming way he could get her to do almost anything. His strength, his will, and his unwavering desire to protect his family. Judy opened her eyes and allowed her arms to drop. She smoothed her hands down her thighs as she leaned forward. She opened up the large drawer to her right. She removed a black lock box that was behind several hanging files in the front of the drawer. She slid the black lock box on top of the desk and smoothed her hands over it. She punched in the six digit code and opened the box, exposing a .357 snub nose revolver. She couldn't help but to smile at it. It was the first gun that Tom was issued after Fuller started. He had several opportunities to change it out, but he always refused. It was no secret that she married a man of nostalgia. He still drove his father's Mustang a few days a week for goodness sakes. She was surprised when he finally retired this gun. But, tonight she was thankful. She needed answers and Tom's gun was going to help her get them. She opened the cylinder to make sure all of the bullets were removed. Judy pushed it back into position and grabbed several bullets and stood up. She placed the bullets into her pocket and headed to the second interrogation room.

"Rico maintains that he doesn't know where XT is." Harry informed Judy as she walked through the door, closing it behind her.

"That's what I keep hearing." She strolled around the table, toward Rico. "But, I think he's full of it."

"I'm telling you," Rico rubbed the side his bruised and swollen face. "I don't know where he is…." He narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth as Judy approached him. "Tell your little lawsuit in heels to stay away from me! I'm pressing charges."

"So, am I" She snarled.

"Uh..Jude," Harry nervously called out. "Why don't you come over here and have a seat." He sweetly requested.

"I'm fine." Judy stared at Rico. "He tried to rape and kill me…he can't be afraid of me." She walked pass him and around the table, to circle it once more.

"That was a long time ago." Rico growled.

"It's only been a few months!" She snapped.

"You should be over that by now!" He bit back.

"Oh, I am." Judy teetered between a scoff and a chuckle. She picked up one of the wooden chairs that was on the opposite end of where Rico was sitting, and started dragging it across the concrete floor on its hind legs without missing a step. "See….now…I'm looking for XT."

"Jude, please stop dragging the chair." Harry asked as he put his fingers in his ears. The horrible noise it made started driving Rico and Ioki crazy. "It's like nails on a chalkboard…Jude, cut it out."

"Judy," Fuller called out over the speaker. "Jude!"

"Jude!" Harry walked over to her and tried to take the chair from her, but she held on tight.

"Let go" She calmly requested as she turned around and pointed Hanson's revolver at him.

"Shit," Penhall rushed out of the listening room and into the interrogation room. "Jude!...Put the gun down!"

She dropped the chair and quickly pulled her department issued berretta from her holster and pointed at Rico when she heard him move. "I think you all should calm down." She calmly stated. "I'm fine..just give me room to do my job and we'll have no problems."

"Doug! You're a cop too?" Rico's breathing quicken as he nervously scanned the room. "Where the hell did you find this crazy bit…"

"This is Mrs. XT." Penhall put his hands up in front of him and abruptly answered. "If you know anything about where he is…I think now's the time to tell us."

A slow smile spread across Rico's face. "Of course you are." He scratched his head. "He tried to kill me that night, because I touched his wife." He moved his head back and forth while checking out her curves. "No wonder he was pissed all the time. He left you to hang with me….Man, I'd be pissed too." He sized her up once more. "Damn…You know he's got to be hittin' that right, for you to go left on me…." He pointed to Doug and then Ioki. "And your partners?" He burrowed his brows while leaning forward. "Did he leave you for a life of crime or…"

Penhall tossed his head back and rolled his eyes before looking back at Rico. "Um…genius?...He's a cop too."

"Nah," Rico shook his head softly and chuckled. "I believe you're a cop." He moved his hand up and down while pointing to Judy. "She might be, but Tommy?" His head shook faster. "Nah, not my boy…He's way too crazy to be a cop. He's done too much. He might have a badge, but…" He chuckled again as he looked at Judy. "You're husband's no cop."

"Where is he?" She repeated.

"I remember one time XT told me that he had sex so good that he was feeling it later on that night, like you were still on him." Rico eagerly smiled. "Was that you?" His eyes roamed her body as he salivated. "Can you show me?"

"I got this!" Judy fired a warning shot in Penhall and Harry's direction when he noticed them moving toward her. "Stay back or, I'll fire for real." Penhall and Harry's eyes widened in shock, as Judy pointed her gun down toward the table. "Sit down…and trust me…or, I promise I'll shoot you both…trust that." She demanded as they cautiously sat down.

"See…man, she ain't no cop either." Rico sneered while sitting back. "You and XT are made for each other…You're both freakin' crazy!"

"I know." Judy put her gun behind her back. "I'm not normally impatient, but my nerves are over worked and you keep dancing on them…so, you and I are going to play a little game. I hope you like to gamble." She opened the cylinder of Tom's gun and flipped it upside down, allowing all of the bullets she put into the cylinder before entering the room, to fall out of the gun and onto the table. "It's called roulette." She pulled her gun out and pointed at her friends once more. "Do you really want a bullet in your arm?" She scolded them when she heard them move, while maintaining eye contact with Rico. "Because if that's what I have to do…"

"I'm sorry, Jude." Ioki nervously replied.

"We're cool." Penhall answered. "Rico, man…just tell her where XT is." He pleaded.

"I don't know where he is." Rico maintained. "If I did…don't you think I'd tell her by now?"

Judy put her gun behind her back once more. She put one bullet in the cylinder and spun it. "This used to be XT's gun." She chuckled. "Ironic?" She shrugged. "Well, only if you die." She rushed over to him and pressed the gun to his forehead. "My husband…please."

"I don't know." Rico closed his eyes when he felt the kick of the gun against his forehead and the click of the trigger.

"Jude!... Don't do this!...Stop!" Penhall and Ioki jumped out of their seat and yelled in unison. They sat back down when she pointed her gun at them.

"Think long and hard on this one, because the next bullet might have your name on it." She asked Rico with more authority in her tone. "Where is he?"

"He's….he's…come get her off me!…" Rico begged as sweat beaded on his forehead. "I don't know where he is!" He closed his eyes once more when he heard the click of the trigger. "He's at the new cemetery in Hastings!" He quickly answered once he realized how serious she was, and the other cops weren't going to be able to help him.

"Who's he with?" Judy pressed the gun into his skull.

"Um…I can't think…" Rico hesitated for a moment, until he heard the click of the trigger. "The Senator!...He's going to bury him alive…they're digging his grave!" Rico confessed, nearly in tears.

Judy trailed the barrel of the gun from the center of his forehead down to his mouth. She forced his mouth open, shoved the barrel inside, clinched her jaw and spoke through her teeth. "If you are lying to me, or if my husband dies,….I promise that there won't be anything on this planet that will keep me from coming for you." She pulled the gun out of his mouth and she could see how hard his body shook in fear. She pistol slapped him across his face, before storming out of the room.

Penhall and Ioki traded terrified looks, unsure as to what to do. They came out of the room and met Fuller in the hallway. All three men were speechless. They've never seen Judy so angry or out of control. They also didn't know about her and Rico's history.

"Doug…Harry….NOW!" Judy demanded before leaving the Chapel.