He peered at the mystery car his eyes slits. “What? It’s a big black car. What’s the big deal?”
“One of our last leads was murdered?”
Sighing Spike opened the car door and stepped out onto the sidewalk. Vickers did the same. “Okay, let’s check it out. You may be right.”
They looked both ways then crossed the street just after a taxi drove past. Spike pulled his weapon and nodded to Vickers to split away to watch his flank. They approached the car from opposite directions until Spike was beside the driver’s side door. He shifted his gun to his left hand and rapped his knuckles on the window.
Accompanied by a soft whirr the window came down revealing a large man with a black goatee and a baldhead. He glared at Spike. “What ya want, cop?”
Spike wasn’t actually sure why but he forged ahea
