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away. Ben moved in between. “Stop it. We had a deal, no misdemeanor bullshit.”
    â€œOkay, but if she’s under the influence, then she has to have her kit and dope somewhere in the pad. And dope is a solid felony. I’ll just have a little looksee.”
    â€œYou have no right to search my house without a search warrant.”
    Ben had her by the shoulders. “This is Bruno’s residence of record. We don’t need a search warrant.”
    Her head whipped around, her eyes ablaze, burning a hole right into me. “Is that right, Bruno?”
    Too ashamed, I could only nod.
    Mack stood at the stereo, tossing all the CDs to the floor. He pulled the pictures off from the wall, tossed them on the floor, and started to move systematically through the room conducting a professional search.
    â€œBen Drury, you stop this right now, or I swear I’m going to make a call.”
    Mack hesitated.
    Drury said to Mack, “I warned you.”
    Mack smiled. “Grow some balls, Drury. All we have to do is find her stash and then nobody can touch us. Nobody. We’ll be bulletproof. Trust me.” He picked up the vase and turned it over. The silk flowers fell out. Green Benjamin Franklins cascaded to the carpet.
    Mack threw his head back and laughed. “Lookee, here.” He turned toward me, “Peekaboo, asshole.”
    This, a term I myself had coined years ago, and it had become a standard BMF catchphrase. He knew its origin and purposely used it on me. Threw it right in my face.
    â€œWhat?” Chantal said, “That’s my money. It’s not against the law to be leery of banks and to keep cash in your home. Is it, Mr. Drury?”
    â€œIt is if it belongs to a parolee.”
    â€œI just told you that it’s mine.”
    Mack came over to the couch, “Stand up, asshole, it’s time to go to jail.”
    I knew I could take Mack, he was younger, stronger, but overconfident. The problem was whether or not Ben would stand by while I put Mack on the deck. I had no choice. No way could I go back for a year on a violation. Not right now, not with everything already in motion. I stood up, the decision made. I’d chance it, put him down. Go on the run until everything ran its course.
    Drury’s cell phone rang. He looked at the incoming number. “Hold it. Hold it, the both of you, give it a rest.” He pushed the button, said, “Drury. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. I understand.” He punched off. “We’re through here.”
    Mack’s head spun. “What’re you talking about?”
    â€œYou heard me. We’re done. We’re leaving right now.”
    â€œYou can’t tell me what to do. I work for the Sheriff’s Department.”
    â€œYou’re absolutely right. I’m leaving. You can do what you want. But be warned I told you the setup here, and if you stay, it’s at your own risk. You’re no longer sanctioned by state parole for this search. You will need your own probable cause.” He turned to Chantal, “I’m sorry, Ms. Sykes, for bothering you on Sunday.” He walked to the door, opened it, “You coming, Mack?”
    Mack looked at me, gave me his best cocksucker eyes. “We’re not through. You and me are going to tangle. Count on it.”
    â€œI look forward to it.”
    The words locked his jaw tight and screwed his muscles down. He hesitated, weighing his options, as if he could weather the shit storm he’d stir up if he jumped now instead of later.
    It passed.
    He stomped over to the door, turned, and said, “Lady, you know what kind of piece of shit you’re living with? He’s a murderer. He hunted down a twenty-five-year-old kid and shot him in cold blood right in front of witnesses.” Mack pointed an unloaded finger at me. “The kid wasn’t wanted by the law and he had nothing in his hands. This piece of shit gunned him in cold blood. Think about