Loose Ends

LOOSE ENDS: chapter two

chapter two

Jack Taggart's apartment was on the eighteenth floor and it provided him with a good, if slightly distant, view of the heart of Vancouver. He gripped the railing on his balcony and stared blankly at the street below. Mozart's The Marriage of Figaro played through the open door of his balcony. He thought the music would ease his depression. It didn't.

He had joined the Royal Canadian Mounted Police when he was a fresh-faced kid of twenty-three. Fourteen years had passed, and he had long since lost the innocence of his youth. Six years of working undercover on the Drug Section had been followed by a transfer to the Intelligence Section, where he had spent the last five years working undercover on organized crime.

He was a survivor and was good at what he did. His work had not gone unnoticed by a superior officer. Taggart wasn't only good at his job - he was too good. Too good to be playing by the book.

Jack exercised to stay fit, but his dark wavy hair was starting to recede, and plucking the occasional grey hair was becoming a daily ritual. Vanity was not something that he admired about himself, but neither was living alone.

He decided to strike at the root of his depression and strode back inside and reached for his stereo. The Marriage of Figaro faded as he dialled his boss.

"Louie, it's Jack."

"How did it go last night?"

"Another shipment arrived in a Winnebago at two-thirty this morning. I watched and met my informant after he helped unload. He confirmed that it's coming from the same guy in El Paso."

"That's good. Put it in the report for Interpol."

"Forget Interpol! I'm going to El Paso myself."

"No. You're not," said Louie firmly. "Wigmore won't approve it. Child porn is low on the list these days."

"But my source says they're linked to snuff films, for God's sake! That's murder."

"I know."

"Does Wigmore know that the El Paso connection distributes to most of Canada?"

"We've been over this. I told him."

"Damn it, Louie! The guy in El Paso has a family and is a leader in his church! I could turn him in about ten seconds. We'd get his distribution list for Canada, not to mention his connection, who is either producing it or knows who is."

"As Wigmore pointed out, the victims aren't Canadian. Pass it over to Interpol."

"The victims aren't, but the goddamned perverts are! We're talking about children being raped and murdered! Who cares what their nationality is?"

"I hear you, but Wigmore wants this handled through channels."

"That could take forever, plus I promised my source I wouldn't burn him. This needs to be handled right. The hell with Wigmore. I've decided to take leave and pay for it myself."

"Forget it, Jack! You go flying off to Texas and he'll have your ass for working in a foreign country without authorization. He's been looking sideways at you ever since Levasseur's body turned up last month. I'm sure he figures you were behind it."

"Levasseur was murdered in Montreal. I haven't been there in years."

"I know. You also look better without a beard." Louie paused a moment, and when Jack didn't reply, he said, "Wigmore's not in right now. Let's meet for coffee tomorrow and talk about it. Maybe I can convince him to cut loose with the funding."