The next night, I went to Kessler’s apartment.
“Darren.” She’d been expecting me and waved me in quickly. She must have just gotten back from work, since she was still wearing office clothes and an ID badge. Judging from the bags under her eyes, she was worn out.
“You did well last night,” she said. “Did Walker suspect anything?”
“He has some suspicions about one of the guys, but I don’t think it’ll come to anything. We convinced him it was a random stop.”
“Good.”
We sat down.
“I’m sure they’ll try again soon,” she said.
“They will, unless we can throw them off.”
“I think I know where the gun is that killed Prescott.”
She gasped. “You do?”
“Tyrell has it. He’s one of the Cuz, those cousins who do dirty jobs for Tony. He was planning to use it for the attack on the Bloods. He told me not to tell Tony that he still had it. It’s got to be the murder weapon.”
“I’ll get a search warrant for Tyrell’s place. We’ll find that gun.”
I hated to dampen her hope, but I said, “Even if you find it, I don’t think Tyrell’s gonna rat on Tony. He’s a thug through and through.”
“When he’s given a choice between life without parole and a reduced sentence, he’ll choose what’s good for him.”
I shook my head. “You don’t know this guy. He’ll be afraid that if he gives up Tony, he’ll be dead before he has a chance to testify. How are you gonna keep him safe in prison? And what about his family on the outside?”
She thought about it. “We’ll offer all the protection we can. It’s a cop-killer case, so that’ll give us leverage. I can get some security for his family, at least for a couple of weeks. I’ll keep his cousin Remy out of the mix entirely, if that’s what it takes. I could get Tyrell transferred out of town, somewhere beyond Tony’s reach. It’s more than the scumbag deserves, but Ed would want Tony put away.”
She was right about that.