crammed into either his mouth or . . . some other orifice.â
Gibbons couldnât hold back his grin.
âFurthermore those copies were made in this office, on the copier in the File Room.â
âAnd thatâs why you think Tozzi killed them? To borrow a phrase, insufficient evidence, Ivers.â
âThe bullets that killed Lefkowitz came from a thirty-eight. Clementi was killed with a forty-four, the congressman with a nine-millimeter automatic of some sort.â
âTozzi does like to change guns a lot. Always in search of the perfect weapon.â Gibbons was getting nostalgic.
âIs that all you have to say?â
âThe MO could fit Tozzi. Good work, Ivers. Thatâs how you build a good case.â
âCut the shit, Gibbons,â Ivers snapped, finally blowing his legendary cool. âThe first murder happened six days after Tozzi went AWOL. Heâs left his goddamn signature on each corpse. Of course heâs the killer. He wants the world to know itâs him. Why? Because heâs got some kind of fucked-up romantic notion that heâs a hero, a Robin Hoodâno, a Supermanâthat he can make justice happen all by himself with a couple of slugs. Well, heâs not a hero. Heâs just another killer, just another crazy with a gun and a cause. I want him neutralized, Gibbons. Thatâs why youâre here.â
Gibbons let it all sink in for a minute. âYouâre telling me that you want an old man to come out of retirement to put out a young stud with a mission?â He laughed out loud. âYouâre shittinâ me, Ivers. Canât your men find him? Christ, heâs only one guy.â
âIâm not asking, Gibbons,â Ivers said grimly.
A mean grin spread across Gibbonsâs lined face. âYou guys canât find him, can you? And Iâll bet you havenât even put him on the Most Wanted List because heâll make the Bureau look bad. Tozzi must be a better agent than I thought. I imagine this whole situation is pretty embarrassing for you, Ivers.â
âLook, Gibbons, the Bureau has the right to recall any agent in an emergency. You know Tozzi better than anyone whoâs currently active. Besides, youâre intimate with his family. As of right now youâre reactivated. Your orders are to find Tozzi and neutralize him.â Ivers avoidedGibbonsâs eyes and stared at the pulsating green cursor on the screen of his computer.
Gibbons glared at Ivers. He was not intimate with Tozziâs goddamn family. Just Lorraine. And that was none of his business anyway. âAnd how the hell am I supposed to find him if the whole goddamn Bureau canât?â Gibbons asked angrily.
âThe whole goddamn Bureau doesnât know anything about Tozzi. This is still an internal matter confined to this field office. Tozzi was your partner. You knew him better than anyone. Iâm giving you carte blanche on this. Do whatever you have to. Just find Tozzi andââIvers paused and looked down at his blotterââeliminate him before he hits anyone else.â
Gibbons mulled it over for a second, revealing nothing in his face. He wasnât convinced that Tozzi was responsible for these killings, but if it was trueâwell, he had broken the law and the law had to be enforced. âWhat about expenses?â
âDonât worry about that. Iâll get you whatever you need.â
âIâll need access to the files on everything he worked on, including the cases he had before we worked together.â
Ivers nodded. âYouâll have complete access to the files, plus unrestricted use of the computer. All Bureau field offices will be notified that youâre on special assignment. Youâll get total cooperation with no questions asked.â For just a moment, Ivers looked sad and disturbed.
Gibbons pulled on his lower lip, still mulling it over. âSounds good,â