CHAPTER 24
MY FIRST JOB for Blackwood was a custody case, a young boy who’d been taken by his father while on visitation.
“The mother’s distraught,” Black told me. He leaned back against a bench press machine while I kept running on the treadmill. “The son of a b***h called her to tell her she’d never see the kid again.”
“How did we get involved?”
“An old comrade of ours from the teams. His wife’s a friend of hers.”
“Do you think we’ll find him?”
He grinned at me. “Already did. The father’s a convicted drug dealer, and he’s surfaced in New Jersey. He just can’t keep his nose clean. Quite literally, as he has a habit of sampling his products.”
“So where do I come in?”
“I need a hand with retrieving the boy. When I snatch him back, I’ll need to pick the right moment, and I can’t spen
