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.He gripped the bathroom counter, glaring at this reflection.“Where are you getting your information?”“From reliable sources, Captain.”“Isn’t it true a security guard lost his life?” The voice was female.The crowd gasped and Steele snarled.No one was supposed to lose their life.No one.Damn it! Slapping his hand on the wall he thought about the night before.For some reason he couldn’t remember every detail after fucking Tony except for going back into the club and keeping an eye on Michael.And having a few drinks.There was no way he’d done a job all on his own.He was far too much of a professional for that.“Yes, a security officer lost his life in the line of duty and no, I can’t release his name as of yet until the next of kin is notified,” the Captain said evenly.“Did he wound the assailant?”“Unfortunately the perpetrators got away.”“Are we a city that should be in fear?” the first reporter asked.Very slowly Steele walked out of the bathroom and stared at the television.What had to be every television station in the city and perhaps up and down the East coast was surrounding a single man.Dark Town.The phrase gave him chills.Well, the cat was out of the bag now, which meant Michael would be on high alert.Not what he wanted but certainly to be expected.“I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I’m simply here investigating another robbery, nothing more.”Steele could hear anger and frustration in the Captain’s voice.Another robbery?“But this is another robbery with the Cold Play case, Captain Dartanian? This man is single handedly thwarting all efforts by the police.Or is there something more sinister going on here?” The reporter stuck out the microphone.Cold Play? Steele shuddered as he honed in on the location of this supposed robbery.This wasn’t one of the joints on the list.Was there a copycat? That would figure.“I’m going to say this once and for all.The accusations are going to stop about my department.My men are taking this case very seriously and I would appreciate, no I would expect your full cooperation as members of the Press.I don’t know where you’re getting any of your information but we haven’t narrowed down the list of suspects yet,” Captain Dartanian huffed.“There are also rumors this could be a racially motivated crime.Is there anything you’d like to say to that?”“That’s it.This conference is over.Get out of my way.” The Captain pushed through the crowd.“Racially motivated?” Steele said out loud.What in the hell was going on? The crowd of reporters was pushing hard, trying to keep the Captain from moving.As soon as the lawman broke free, pushing hard against the cameraman, Steele sucked in his breath, his blood chilling.The face was one he recognized.“Fuck me.” Dear God he’d fucked the Captain in charge of the case.As the realization hit him he burst into laughter.Then he realized there was another player involved, one who either had some information or worse, knew about his existence.He could tell the report was from earlier in the morning.Checking his watch, he exhaled slowly and knew he was no longer certain he could trust, possibly including Damon.Few knew about Dark Town and Damon had been checking on every aspect of why Steele was really doing the job.And Damon had been checking on Captain Tony Dartanian.This reeked.The man wasn’t stupid, but neither was Steele.If he was being played by the little pipsqueak then Steele would be forced to deal with him.He had no problem killing the man.Why an art gallery? Either the men of Dark Town were getting antsy or someone wanted a piece of his pie.Steele rubbed his jaw and walked to the window, peering out at the morning traffic.He’d wanted the good detective out in the open and he’d gotten his wish.Seemed like Captain Tony was just as frustrated as he was, only for two different reasons.He grabbed his phone off the dresser, thought again about what he was doing, and dialed 411.“Captain Tony Dartanian.” As he was connected remotely, he thought about his actions.No matter who was doing what, Michael Simone had just been put on notice and he knew the man would stop at nothing to find out who was ceremoniously attempting to take down his empire.“Philadelphia South Precinct.”“Captain Tony Dartanian.”“I’ll see if he’s in.”Steele narrowed his eyes, a reflection on the past dragging his mind into hell.The end game was something he as avoiding, but something he was going to do, no matter where he ended up.Hell seemed like a good place.“Tony Dartanian.”Even hearing the man’s husky voice did something to him.Steele shook his head.He kinda liked the stupid nickname he’d been given.Suited his personality.“I think you and I need to talk and very much alone.”“And you are?”“Cold Play.” He could hear the good Captain breathing heavily.“Tell me where and when and I’ll be there.Alone.”Time for plan ‘B’.Chapter Seven“Un-fucking believable,” Tony hissed under his breath.As he walked toward the window, he comprehended that for the man, now forever to be labeled ‘Cold Play’ by the Press, to be calling meant the perp had seen the newscast.Interesting
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